Mom had her sayings.
"Getting old is not a sin,
but acting old is."
One that now strikes home
"Getting old - not for sissies."
Pain is not my friend.
The worst ageing part:
"So many that you care for
are already gone."
Melancholy day.
Tomorrow will be better.
Sunshine lifts spirits.
Rain, Rain go away.
Please come back another day.
Sour would like to play.
"River ran through it."
That is my present back yard.
Run, run sump pumps run.
Long ago Mom said
Gettin' old ain't for sissies
Right once again, Mom.
She also told me
Getting old is not a sin
But acting old is.
The trip is still fun
The future remains unknown
Body fail me not.