Your Not Too Golden Age Poem by Stanley Cooper

When your skin is all-a-wrinklin
And your prostate’s over tink-lin
Over-tired and feeling you’ve decayed

When all ladies look like kids to you
When the present seems like deja vu
You know you’re over eighty in the shade

When your tummy’s over growling
With persona over scowling
When you think the dance, The Charleston’s all the rage

For you the world’s too digital
Most kids, to you, too fidget-al
You know you’ve reached your not too golden age