It's not what you think
But it is what you fear
It creeps up so slowly
Your life path will steer
Changes so subtle
Restrictions appear
Can’t do that no more
Limitations each year
You need to slow down
Those adventures of sweat
Your body mechanics
Will give you a threat
Routines, they change
With reduction of muscle
Those every day chores
Dampen your hustle
The numbers add up
Your time on this earth
over 26 thousand days
Since the day of my birth
Stop looking back
Adapt to the new
You’re getting much older
So stop feeling blue
Down shift your limits
Ease back on your time
Your muscles and bones
Want a scaled back grind
No more on the roof
Can’t chop down that tree
No basketball fouls
Slow down … you’re 73.
I certainly have cut back a great deal. But, thanks to the Internet, I have more acquaintances (my real friends of forever are dying off) and as a result of assistive technology, my fertile mind is writing more stories than ever at a pace I can hardly keep up with.
But you're right, at some point, I will have to stop writing novels that inspire me to write more and start writing fewer short stories and comments here. At least, shorter ones… My apologies for this long one that struck me so at home.
Ron