That life’s a mystery we know
Subtle
changes tell us so;
We lose our
hair, or teeth, or worse;
Perhaps one day we 'll need a nurse...
We start to lose friends near and dear
Sweet memories may disappear
Recalled too late, though hard we try,
Important diary dates pass by.
Our bodies which
obeyed commands
Effortlessly,
without qualms
Rebel with irksome
aches and pains
And our
enthusiasm drains.
Gone west our
lust for weekly binge
Now we feel
like creaking hinge …
We ask ourselves: "What has gone wrong"?
Each
generation sings this song!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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