The Big RV
When I was a youngster
Graying hair and skin of leather
I once did see
Behind the wheel of a big RV
To my surprise and great chagrin
More hair of gray and leathery skin
I was to see
Emerging from that big RV
They are way too old.
And full of mold.
They must at least be eighty three.
They have no business in that big RV!
At home and resting
They ought be aging.
They should not be,
In that big RV.
The challenges of my younger life
Are no longer such a strife
For I can negotiate, you see
The wheel of the big RV
So it is with hair of gray
And skin so leathery
I can proclaim with jubilee
In my driveway sits the Big RV.