Growing old is not a disease
Not something we have to cure,
It is a part of life, so please-
Don't fuss or fret 'bout the future!
Age will come, it's not a nightmare
That one has to dread or fear!
It's not a defect that one would care
To correct or be ashamed of, my dear.
Sure, wrinkles come, gray hair too,
Less of strength but not of laughter-
There's a limit to what we can do
But no bounds on how to live better!
Should old people stop to enjoy living
Just count the days till our last breath?
We still have some day left, we're just starting
To reach the fullness of life, no regrets!
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~09.16.14
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