Old age ain't no place for sissies!
You're battered and bruised to blues
metaphorically, not literally, smells fishy
Still got a chance or did you blew?
Somebody might chew you
phew! you're still alive and walking
not everyone's that lucky, some turned to stew
No place for sissies, hawked or get hawking
Strict balance of experience and wisdom
after a time you get walking on tight rope
hoping you'll get it right despite life's sadism
No consolation prices, you either fail or you cope
The how to manual has failed
Causality isn't scaled, vanity impaled!
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