If I could be young again
Able to walk a mile or more,
I would travel the world
And dance till nearly four,
Now bosoms have gone south,
My tired bones are worn out,
There's false teeth in my mouth
It's not just me, there are others
Who learn to compromise,
And when there is no pain
So today I'll just enjoy life,
And try to be myself again
For with family and friends galore,
I could not be blessed more.

By Sheila Brennan.