Growing old…
An unfamiliar land
A time of fading light
In day the sun not near as bright
Not many stars in sky at night
Leaden limbs and failing sight
Aching bones and rheumatoid
And many more ailments beside
It comes to all
In youth a harmony
Of body and of mind
Then comes the day when they diverge
Confusion reigns
At first frustration
No preparation, the same
As was before,
In each and every generation
Mind urging, body failing
No words will fix it, each
Must reach his own accommodation
Finally, a reconciliation, peace at last
The shame is not in growing old
But in the time it takes to face
That we have reached that place
Where life goes on, but at a slower pace
Thus so it is, ‘Old Shep’
His fifteenth year just gone
A wiser and more contented dog
His life goes on, and on …….
Tom Ryan
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