Here's To Aging Poem by Mervyn Graham

In youth's bright bloom, we skipped and danced,
Our spirits high, our bodies pranced.
But now, alas, the years have passed,
And age has come, oh much too fast!

No longer spry, no longer fleet,
Our joints now creak with every beat.
Our hair, once lush, now thin and gray,
Some's hair seems to have packed and moved away.

We squint at screens with failing eyes,
And sigh with each new size surprise.
Our memory's a leaky sieve,
Forgetting where we parked, can you believe!

We groan and grumble, ache and wheeze,
As we stumble through life with such unease.
Our once firm muscles now sag and droop,
As we try in vain to touch our stoop.

But though we're old and not so spry,
We'll laugh and joke as time flies by.
For growing old is not so bad,
When shared with friends, the best we've had!

So here's to aging, not so with grace,
But with a smile upon our face.
For life's too short to fret and frown,
Let's embrace each wrinkle, up and down!