Growing Old. Poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs

Growing Old.



Before retirement most works hard,
Have no time to be sick, playing the part.
But after retirement many slow down
Resting more, no purpose, just hoping to have more fun.

It is wise to stay busy,
Have purpose, plan for each day, instead take it easy.
Our human bodies were made to move,
Solve challenges, take care of self, life never disapprove.


Easy life will not work out right
Losing strength, sickness and constant opposing fight
Should not our last deeds
A wish for health, wealth% happiness be always to heed.

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LaSoaphia QuXazs

LaSoaphia QuXazs

Budapest, Hungary, living in the USA
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