we sing the praises
of old age,
but none of the lyrics
account for
medical issues
beyond our control;
wisdom leaves its
sweat in the armpits
of old age as our
bodies decline in
corresponding value;
tears shed not on
old faces as
they know all too well
the games that
they have played;
value added is the
marching call
of the aged as they
kneel before the gates
that first saw them
patiently standing.
12Oct17
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