When silver wires grow on sun-tanned head,
And creaky joints can’t bear my body’s weight;
When dizzy goes my head when up from bed,
A stooping posture lessens my true height!
When ears hear less and ‘mist’ obscures my eyes,
Edentulous, my food-tube can’t grind well;
When life’s problems have made me extra wise;
I trip with ease and smells, I cannot tell!
When bones lose calcium and then with ease crack,
A stick I need to support when I walk;
When speed of things I do has gone quite slack,
And many souls can’t find time for kind talk!
When my desires are in cold storage,
I know I must be pretty old in age!
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