Age can bring with it wisdom as some like to say
Though the future belongs to the young it does seem this way
The old bloke on his head has gray hairs to show
And the passing of time has left him walking slow
Eventualy time becomes everyone's foe
Lucinda the town beauty of two decades ago
A middle aged mum looking plump and 'tis obviously she
Is no longer the beauty that she used to be
The future as is said belongs to the young
It is mostly of young love that pop songs are sung
In the twenty first century ageism is rife
To be ageing is not an advantage in life
The ageing in their young years did dance rock n roll
But time on them is taking physical toll
To good memories of what was they fondly do cling
Whilst the young go to parties to dance, drink, laugh and sing.
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