Age is but a number
Age Aging gracefully, Unlikely so, more disgracefully, but Trying to reach the levels my mind desires, but my body And muscles cannot seem to That twinge that would disappear with a warm down now has hobbled my leg The hill that was easy to run up is now Everest on my lungs, But I remain intending to travel, work, love And not slow down Till I’m put into a box of reeds and placed near her