Creaking, groaning limbs arch and sway.

One of these days, they will give way.

But for now they hold steady,

Still able to flex and be ready.

An infusion of warmth from the sun

Reminds of an age full of fun.

The end is not here so comes the fights

After all, shouldn’t aging have rights?

Don’t give in to the weakness and pains;

After all, it’s just in your brains!