Age seems to find you

At some point in life.

You find the easy things you did,

Are now not worth the effort.

Yet your ego is still active

And keeps you young at heart.

It will not give in to advancing age,

And tries to keep it far apart.

But in the end age wins out,

When the body must give in.

The creeky bones can't be ignored,

Or the slowness in your gait.

So you sit upon your rocking chair,

And think of days long gone.

It's nice to have those youthful

Thoughts of when you were but a boy.