Things get hard when one gets old:
No longer can one one's balance hold,
To walk stairs up or down is hard,
Slowness is old man's reward.
Slow to move, and slow to walk,
More to think and less to talk,
Life proceeds by diff'rent rules:
One no longer suffers fools,
Hard to finish tedious books,
Hard mistakes to overlook,
Hard to reach, and hard to bend,
Hard to await the Happy End.
Life is full, when one is old
Of many mishaps accidental,
But one is glad, when all is told,
Its mostly physical, not mental...