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.