A friend asked me in passing,
If I regretted getting old...
“No, I even tease myself”,
And recounted some jokes I've told.
We must live out our lot in life,
Accepting unchangeable fate...
Looking at mirrors as if they were clocks,
Aware, the time's getting late.
I will admit, I do tear up
At the one thing I find so unfair...
When I look at my best friend Otis,
And notice another white hair.
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