But Mother Nature’s not sold,
And as my infirmity begins to unfold.
Pain becomes aging’s curse –
Lasting longer, hurting worse…
Proving immature does not mean “not old.”
I start out every day by walking into the bathroom, looking in the mirror, screaming and going about my business. It’s been a daily ritual for a long time. However, I recently made the mistake of moving in for a closer examination. It wasn’t pretty. I saw the dreaded “O” word staring back at me.
The day before this self observation took place, I stopped at a fast food joint for a cup of coffee. I got a nice senior discount…without asking for it. That led to the mirror which led to this –
It seems I’m approaching the geriatric stage
And how fast I’m going has been hard to gauge.
Oy, even at my best
I fail the mirror test…
It’s senior price now without asking my age!
I remember seeing the last line of the limerick when I was a kid. It was on a needlepoint in Amish country near where I grew up. It stuck with me.
From their tradition they’ll never depart.
Their transportation’s still a horse and cart.
But in their simplicity lies
Words that are very wise….
“We’re too soon old, and too late smart!”
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