My blood was hot when I was young And I possessed a stinging tongue To complement my physical might, A quick reflex and an urge to fight My every real or perceived Adversary, forever, grieved I was locked in turbulent pursuit, In competition tense and brute Volunteering for sacrifice In desert heat or arctic ice Oblivious of all mortal fears Scaling unheard of frontiers Dancing on idealistic beat The universe under my feet! No wonder I was, as a rule, Known to be 'A reckless fool!'
Now I'm old, my blood is cold No one exactly calls me bold With passionate non-violence Is how I conduct my offense The more I pass my time on earth The more I value my life's worth Smart to bypass every risk Because of chronic slipped disk Though troubled by incontinence And fumbling with progressive lens, I lecture on blind obedience And virtues of long experience Let others search the world of cyber My priority is intake of fiber Immune to mockery or insult Much like a dedicated cult I've perfectly good excuse Why it's acceptable to lose I've amended my life's goal To keep myself in control Everyone listens when I advise Old age has surely made me wise!
Agreed, maturing has its prize But I would rather be otherwise!
