'' I'd Much Rather Be Young Than Old '' Poem by Bri Mar

I take prescriptions,
Of all descriptions,
I'm sure I can hear myself rattle,
For this pleasure I pay my subscriptions,
This living thing sure is a battle.

When young and trendy,
My body was bendy,
I could make all those twists and turns,
Now I must live by modus vivendi,
My God that deep heat burns.

I could run a mile,
Yes, do it in style,
I could leave my competitors behind,
These walking aids I do revile,
Ancient is now how I'm defined.

Playing football for hours,
Now the thought sours,
I can't even watch it for free,
Age you see the sight it devours,
You can't watch the things you can't see.

From five times a day,
It's now no way,
We just fall asleep when its night,
This getting old just doesn't hold sway,
On our lives it's became but a blight.

Now a survey is out,
They say it holds clout,
My age group are happy and content,
Their conclusions I'm afraid must be in doubt,
At our age our memories are bent.

No it's not uncouth,
I'm telling the truth,
This survey leaves me feeling cold,
I'd love to go back to my days as a youth,

‘' I'd Much Rather Be Young Than Old ‘'