It's No Good Play When You're Growing Old Poem by Frank Yue

It's No Good Play When You're Growing Old



Past your prime? You don't need to be told -
It's no good play when you're growing old.
The faithful mirror on the wall,
My youthful face it can't recall at all.
When things around you are turning gray
It's hard to be energetic and gay.

When you are well over seventy,
You want to spend more time with your family;
Since your children have their own,
You can't see them more often for reasons known.
With sore joints and back, you're glad you can still walk;
But your spouse is not happy: too much you talk.

Your grand kids are on the French Immersion Course, eh?
Oui, I'm learning French too: nous parlons francais.
Whether you are happy or sad: let's look at it this way -
The Sun still rises and sets each day.
So, it's clear how you should spend your time,
Wear a smile and enjoy your day fine!

Saturday, October 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: family life
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