Old age ain’t what it used to be,
I’m telling my fifty year old twin sons
Who’s birthday is today.
At fifty I was morose, till my friend
Said, “You aren’t dead. You’re just fifty.”
At sixty I noticed each new pain
In the morning, thinking, “Is this the pain
that will be the death of me?”
Till my doctor said, “Stop that.”
When I turned seventy I went to
Cardio rehab to work out and asked
My friend Hal, “What now?”
He said he didn’t know, he was 80
“And Bill here is 90.” Like,
“Get over yourself.”
So now my mantra is Doris Day’s,
“Que sera, sera.”
Whatever will be will be.
Just get up in the morning
and see what’s happening.