I learned the truth at 71
That life surprisingly isn’t done
That seniors with fanciful minds
Can untap hidden mental finds.
Like pleasant pastimes they never knew
Painting, acting to name a few
Or volunteering’s many doors
At 71, they find new shores
And those who have wrinkled bodies
Can still gawk at youthful hotties
On computers quick as a jet
While traveling through the internet
Their dogs and cats with loyal eyes
See their humans as a gold prize
And still provide them with playful fun
But now we face this damn disease,
And we watch as our comfort flees.
These times are scary, it is true
Depressing and maddening, too.
So in times of uncertainty
Focus on positivity
And you may happily explore
72, 83, or 94.