Once....

[...... on aging]

Once I was young and bold

... able to leap tall buildings in a single bound

Now I feel decrepit and old

.... leaping a puddle is the best I've found

Once I could solve complex issues

..... now I can barely open a box of tissues

I used to climb tall ladders with speed

.... now to mount two steps, assistance I need! 

Oh for the joys of youth

.... I think I've lost them

and that's the truth

Now I sit in my chair and nod

.... perhaps to the letter box

with weary step do I plod

But for all the trials an aging body brings

there are many times that my spirit sings

Watching my child with her exuberance 

... seeing her love for me and her mother

These are joys to compare with no other

So I'm content in these days..... 

They're the best of all

...... that's what I says!


© Ian Croft September 2019