Our looks they will fade, and our bones will grow thin
Will we welcome it gracefully, when old age sets in
A few more wrinkles, how they define the face
And our waistlines will grow at a pretty good pace
When our legs begin to bend, they’ll call it a bow
But our ears will be fine, if they don’t talk so low
Medications will increase and our incomes will suck
But they’ll give us more discounts and a wish of good luck
Old age brings about an assortment of strange
But the wisdom we’ll learn makes up for the change
If we give into the belief that it’s just natures way
We will spend our last days with a lot less dismay
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