Getting old is bloody inevitable.
How to do it, you have choice.
As others judge what one might say or do.
Find message plain applies to me and you.
Body ever changing from the cradle to the grave.
Never quite perfect enough the way society craves.
Between the ears and deep from the heart.
That is the place is where all choices start.
Make yourself a mystery keep them a guessing.
All the while the golden rules, never be a messing.
Before you speak of others, the following checklist.
Is it true
Is it kind
Is it necessary
Apply those rules to how you too would like to be treated.
Grow up I hear from time to time.
I sit and ponder sometimes why?
Is that advice for me, or for you?
Come on now no time for a blue.
You can find us all anywhere in between.
Irresponsible to ‘deadly bloody boring’
Roaming between juvenile to geriatric
Sometimes clothed, sometimes just not.
So you see, life it is just a lucky dip.
Depends on you what you make of it.
Biggest regret will be an idea you never tried.
That you recall them all, on the day you died.
So just be you only as true as you can be.
Let all know who you are is what they see.
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