When I was young, I was full of zest
No matter what, I always did my best,
Older people? I wondered how they survived,
There but for the Grace of God, go I
As I matured, I was still quite fit,
I’d charge into things, I thought I was it
Even then, I saw those older, I just sighed,
There but for the Grace of God, go I
Then I turned fifty, I had slowed a little bit,
Yet still I gave my best, no longer quite as fit.
Many who were older, could not walk or fly,
There but for the Grace of God, go I
Now I am much older, yet still I hold the door,
For those less fortunate, they need so much more,
Sitting in powered scooters, barely managing to get by
Yet still….
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