It finally happened
I am old
My own behold
Every step an effort
Every movement determination
Pain I won’t let hold me back
Years of living my track
Honored to be old
Wisdom gained
Young bones become old bones
Not ready for the grave
Wonder behind every shave
Getting some shade
My hair might be white
Wisdom and don’t take it light
Longevity
The bones flexible
Mobility
Old bones
Knowledge with a threshold
Old bones
Strength
Movement every length
Senior Citizen to the world
Listen young bloods
Getting old is an honor
Young bloods, you have yet to see what I have seen
You think you know, but don’t
Keep living and you shall
The pudding is in the movement
Old bones are golden treasure
Years of pleasure in good measure