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!
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.
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.
Stecy Ola, Wellness
Coordinator
Dedicated to Alan Gates on his 86
birthday.
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permission