OLD BONES

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