As I turn another page To embrace advancing age At times I am engaged At other I’m outraged For feeling so encaged Or even unassuaged And otherwise upstaged By my advancing age
But I’m learning to be adept At trying to accept Sometimes being inept And at others just outstepped By a well-kept Overriding precept That’s not a defect Of my intellect
So it makes perfect sense That my experience Might be quite intense Not suggesting that I’m dense In a figurative or literal sense As part of life’s suspense I’ve learned to carry on So hence
You deal the hand You’re dealt On the conveyor belt Despite the way You’ve felt While fastening your seatbelt And you refuse to melt Because of where you dwelt