With added years and all that ails,
And burial plans in all the mails,
A fact in which I find encouragement,
Is I sit upright for my nourishment!
With shortened days and therefore cold,
And my veggie garden to seed and old.
And higher food prices cast by sages,
I wonder what happened to summer wages?
In these verses there's never much said,
About old men and performance in bed.
But speaking for me,
Much more it could be,
But I'm certainly a long way from dead!
C.A. Rush