A Poem to Celebrate the 1924-ers of Creekside by Dorothy Herbert

It all began in twenty-four
And now it's been a neat four score
Since that eventful date of yore
When all of us were given birth.
And still we grace this lucky earth.

We must admit to slowing down.
Which gives us time to look around,
To seek the knowledge yet unfound,
To understand and contemplate
This wobbling world's uncertain fate.

Younger folk will seek advice.
When books and gurus may suffice
They willingly pay any price!
How can this be? Can they not see
Not even asked we give it free!

As collagen and fascia fail
In turn will gravity prevail.
And as we climb the bathroom scale
There is no longer any doubt
We're way too thin or far too stout.

TV and pamphlets entertain us
Saying exercise sure will maintain us
And proper diet can sustain us.
So if we walk and drink Ensure
It's in the cards--we shall endure.

When all is done and all is said
We've ended where Dame Fortune led.
And now renewed we surge ahead.
No looking back--but onward go
Lunging toward the great nine-o.