A Great Age


The vet described my dog’s old age as “great”
when she surpassed her breed’s expected span.
He used the adjective to designate
immensity instead of good or grand.
Likewise your age is great at 94,
although you seem to hate it more each week.
Insomnia and bruising make you sore.
Return to formerly is what you seek.

You shop for docs and visit WebMD.
You search for tips or tonics to rely
on, though there isn’t any remedy.
You rush to meds, but that’s no UTI
you’re treating – you forgot again to drink.
Your age is great. You’re older than you think.

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