I don't climb mountains any more,

It seems age has brooughrt me down a peg.

I just sit around now and watch the tube,

What else can you do at 94, beg?

Sure I write every day,

Which helps keep my mind fit.

I thank God for this gift, 

As I would be lost without it.

Let a thought be brought into action,

By putting it into words for others to see.

This is how I write poetry each day,

And it gives me so much glee.