The Golden Years Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Made it through the years and tears
married for love, worked hard for the money,
and still these golden years
aren’t always so bright and sunny.
Retiring and aging isn't all bliss
and I'm sure many can attest to this;
the days of youth and laughter
don't fade easily to a happy ever after.
Aging with a bit of grace can be hard
no matter how you to choose to take it;
a work in progress no matter who you are
to be happy and healthy, successfully make it.
It's a long ol' ride from girls to grannies
with saggy boobs and growing fannies;
from boys to men all noisy and randy,
to social security and isn’t it just dandy
these are called the ‘maintenance years’ for us?
I just maintain my life without a whole lot of fuss
keep on laughin’ and lovin’, try not to whine;
take it as it comes, with some really good wine.