When we grow old, we lose our spring
With aches and pains much more the thing
Odd twinges halt us in our tracks
Our vision loses sharpness – facts!
But the human body's a machine
Wise use will keep it lean and mean
While the mind which tends to rule the roost
Can recall fond memories – like Proust!
Well oiled and cared for, we survive
With all our faculties alive
If we indulge a little less
And meditate to calm our stress.
But in the news I read each day
Many young and famous pass away
In drug-fuelled overdose or worse
Fame and its lifestyle are a curse!
I hope Age brings us wisdom too
A daily aim: learn something new
And take this mad world in your stride;
I wish you all a long, safe ride!
(c) Poet in the woods 2016