How fragile the body is,

Abused in youth…

Cigarettes, whiskey and lust.

No worries,

It will last forever…

Agile and strong.

Foolish we are in our early years

Believing we are invincible.

Then suddenly we awaken,

Backs ache,

Knees crack,

Eyesight weakens;

Who is this elder in the mirror?

Perhaps the best we can do is to live well,

Saving a piece of this body for old age.

The day the first pains arrive

Is the day we finally realize

…We aren’t immortal.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~