Booster engines propel
Body still aging well
Into uncharted waters
Wade sons, daughters
The biological clock ticks
Heartbeat urgently skips
Jump rope lie still
We huff and puff uphill
You’re considered a geezer
By anyone ten years younger
And your choice of music
becomes another yard stick
Getting out of bed is hassle
Requiring almost all muscles
Chores are seen as commodities
Trade blighter for energy
Worry less about reputation
Have sex as yum consolation
And if more is available
Do it until you’re unable
