The day will come when you must hold a stick
As prop and stand or walk with its support;
This frame will age some day or become sick
Or bed-ridden ‘like old ship back to port’!
The day will come when you can’t raise your voice
Or sing aloud akin to days when young,
Nor eat variety foods as per your choice,
For feeble grows your stomach, cords and lung!
The day will come when you can’t even sin
By habit as you used to do in past;
With senescence, no one can ever win,
Or challenge it until you breathe your last!
When old-age seizes you so stealthily,
Surrender soul to God quite happily!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-27-2006