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Growing Older


How does one grow old “Gracefully”,

We are told that we should!

But why, and how should we?

We no longer tell our family how to behave,

They are now free to do as they will,

No I will not swallow your “graceful” pill.



Then we are told “Take it easy”,

Yes we are told that we should,

But why, and how should we?

We do what we like, when we like!

And what’s more with who we like!

So don’t offer me your “Easy” pill.



You must take care! Act your age!

Yes, we are told that we should.

But why, and how should we?

Do you really want us to act our age?

If that were true, we’d be in our grave,

I’m not ready yet to swallow that “Age” pill.



At your age you should have more “sense “

Yes we are told that we should!

But why, and how should we?

If sense means being celibate, with no fun,

Then I will stick with my place in the Sun.

Give some one else that “ More sense” pill.

A. R. Lewis