Once I was young

And now I grow old;

My fling has been flung

And hot blood runs cold.

 

Yet the mind 

Can still find

Its pleasures and treasures

To benefit old age

In pleasing measures.

 

And the refuge of bed

Provides for the head

And relaxing relief

From the body instead.

 

Old Age has its uses,

Aware of life's abuses,

Learn from its lessons -

There are no excuses!

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