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My Body
Rise up, dear body, face the day
Refuse to let fatigue hold sway
Dare to venture, be active
You’ve life to live and much to give
Left foot forward, then the right
Your journey lasts until it’s night
Walk hard, good body, but be wise
Know where your outer limit lies
You once flew fast with eagle’s wings
When then you drank from youthful springs
But now you’re aged, and not yet home
With many miles left to roam,
And crucial matters to attend —
Press on, my body, ’til the end.
The older we get the more we miss how our body was when we were younger. I remember healing so fast when I was sick or hurt but now it takes ages.
It’s true. We only really learn to appreciate our body when it stops working the way that it should.
What is a prize that old people can win for aging?
Atrophy.
Lollll, that’s hilarious.