The Alternative

Okay friend, growing old is a bummer,
I look at the wrinkles and sit'n wonder.
My brain can't contemplate, the passing of time,
It isn't funny, it isn't kind.

Inside myself, I'm fifty years younger,
Wherever the decades went, it throws thoughts asunder.

But the alternative to getting older,
Isn't easy to hack, isn't easy to shoulder.

So let's happily accept, where we are right now,
And be grateful we aren't o'er the moon,
With some agile cow.