Some say seventy-five is three-quarters alive.
\nI’ll make the best of one-fourth that remains.
\nThey say it sneaks up quietly, old age and all that jive.
\nMy brawn may be long gone, but I’ve got brains.
\nI can’t run fast. I can’t walk far. I rest after the stairs.
\nI try to eat food that won’t make me die.
\nI tend to forget some things but it seems nobody cares.
\nMy sense of humor remains wry and dry.
\nDon’t want to reach a hundred. I see no sense in that.
\nTo live beyond one’s time’s often a gaffe.
\nI’ll know time’s drawing near when I can’t pick up a bat.
\nAnd that it’s time to go when I can’t laugh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"