You still have game
but you're no longer 20
nor 30, nor 40 (please add plenty)
you rocked those curves
that smile and twinkle
but now the TRUTH
TIME FOR THE WRINKLE!
Back will bend, shoulders lower
you have spark but much less power
Fake youth we can, we still play
but not with them or price we pay.
Let go of that which is not NOW.
Go with the tide, we can learn how,
to age with grace and color changes,
now taking naps, life rearranges.
I've got your OLD back
do you have mine?
We and wine get better
as we pass more time
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