Oh, the Sounds That You'll Make!

Oh, the sounds that you'll make

When you're fifty and two,

And no they won't sound like

"Weehee" or "woohoo!"

You'll say, "Aah, ooh,"

As you run and you bike,

And more "aahs and oofs,"

As you trek and you hike.

You'll groan and you'll sigh,

As your children ask, "Why?

Do you crack and you creak?

Have your knees gone weak?"

And the young ones will say, "Are you okay?"

As you crouch and you crawl,

"Yes! Just another day,

It's nothing at all!"

"Is it really? You don't say?

Will we sound like that one day?"

"Yes, you will— wait and see.

Time will catch you, eventually."

The hoots and the belches,

The toots and the squelches!

And trust me, it won't feel grand

When you sound like a one-man band!

You'll laugh them off—

Sure, they sound funny—

But one day, soon,

They won't be, honey.

And you'll snort and you'll snore

When you never did before.

"Excuse me," you'll say,

"I've never been this way."

And you'll whistle a tune

Like Gramps did before you,

And when the "oofs" turn to "ows,"

You'll feel beaten - kapow.