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There was once a day when each of us were young
and many, at least for now, are cloaked in youth this day.
But the song of youthfulness is soon enough sung,
and childhood and adolescence stolen away.
Oh innocent babies, fed from mother’s breast, beware!
The sublime beauty of guiltlessness is not forever,
in time that bright sinless light will go out as if a flare,        
the harsh realities of life awaiting each newborn’s endeavor.
In no way does this mean to abandon all hope as we age,
not if we replace lost youth with a few chosen things,
things like accepting responsibility just to set the stage.
And, at any age, living by the Golden Rule happiness brings
by showing general love and respect for our fellow mankind,
and I’ll add our planet, wildlife and nature to that equation.
Knowledge is prime, so continue to learn, refresh your mind,
and “wow” those even decades younger at a given occasion.
There’s one obvious fact no one can deny,
as long as we’re alive we’re going to continue to grow older
so, if possible, improvement as we do is the perfect ally.
If possible, keep stoking the fire in you, don’t let it smolder,
grow old gracefully, improving like a bottle of finest wine.
Health can be an issue, but barring that, aging need not be.
For many elderly,  a few steps slower is the primary decline,
and for any, age is never a  cause for respect for them to flee