Age is Like Wine

Age is like wine, it gets better with time.
But why do my legs hurt more?
Why is it harder to read the nice print in my paper?
Why do I throw only four holes, but feel like I golfed all day?
Oh, I know!  Age is like wine, only mine gets tired with time!
 
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I see myself in bed by nine.  I wonder if it's the wine?
Look, a young athlete guy with sandy brown hair just went by,
He has long, strong, muscled legs, with a broad chest and strong arms,
He walks like a feline, and golfs like a pro,
I wonder who he is.
 
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Oh, that's me, and I am only twenty-nine today!
Age is like wine, it gets better with time.
So I am better looking, because I am only eighty-six,
Going on twenty nine.
 
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Stecy Ola, Wellness Coordinator
Dedicated to Alan Gates on his 86 birthday.
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