Did you take your pills,
Button your shirt, brush your hair
Shine shoes, take the keys
Why is it, when I was 25
Was wonderful, at 45 thoughtful
Now at 65 its nagging
The children have grown and flown away
But the need to worry, remains
Hover, turn down the covers,
Phantom pains of amputee
Commiseration
The next generation of genes
Will need attention and fussing
But it's not the same
Nice, but once removed
In a world of memories
Even nagging is not so bad
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