Thoughts of a 90-year-old:
Best don’t grow weak of back or knee,
Or faint of strength to a degree
That dear-ones might a weakness see
That prompts concern or sympathy.
For if this change of health is true,
It brings a most distressing view
Of loved-one’s thoughts of just what you
Can or cannot henceforth do.
You will find new rules being blessed
To stop hard work and promote rest,
With less exertion being stressed
To keep your well-being at its best.
So be it!
Rest, Damn It!
Sit down and rest.
They say that’s best
Lay down that mower,
Shovel and rake.
Forget the weeds,
Time for a break.
It’s tough to go slow
When there’s work to do,
But they say it’s best,
And I guess that’s true.