68 Christmases

After 68 Christmases
My legs are too stiff
To traipse around town
Buying unwanted gifts

When I bend to pick up
The remote that I dropped
My back and my knees
Cry out with a pop

And with an Ordinance Survey
Map on my face
I’m living my life
At a much slower pace

When I want some adventure
I sit back and relive
The places I went to
And the things that I did

Every decision I made
Is now ground in the fact
Life’s a one-time offer
And there’s no turning back

Growing old is a privilege
Far from a sure bet
A wrinkle-wrapped present
Not everyone gets

68 years of wisdom
This is my only advice
Make sure you are living
Your one chance at life