He was old and he yearned to be young.

A few years he hoped to expunge.

He changed what he ate —

that helped change his fate

and a few of his friends, they were stunned.


Some of them thought he was finished —

but they watched as his waist line diminished.

He exercised plenty

and he got well past eighty

when most of  his flab was extinguished.


He’s not trying to live life forever

He knows that he isn’t that clever.

But he’ll spend lots of time

just flirting with rhyme.

That’s likely his final endeavor.


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