To look at aging on the bright side

Not thinking of the friends who’ve died

Or of the sources of pleasure and joy 

That I once had long ago as a boy

I admit that my freedom is thereby reduced

No recent record of hot women seduced

There’s an upside of aging I have detected

And one that I certainly hadn’t expected

Whereas in earlier days I had to act well

Those difficult standards I’ve sent on to hell

When I played my guitar I always felt sad

Because in all truth my playing was bad

I didn’t show things that I wrote poetic
Because I suspected my work was pathetic

The stories I wrote were likely to bore you
So I always declined to write a piece for you

But with aging one’s quality is expected to decline
So pretty much anything is looked on as fine

Now I play my guitar and write just what pleases me
And no one around complains, even teases me

Which means that my days rather pleasantly pass
If that’s not approved, I don’t give a rat’s ass 

  Note: Written in a good mood late in 2023