Age

We are
Made to
Age put on
Pounds gray
Wrinkle cripple
Up so it is odd
When we see
Our dear old
Friend oddly
Young tho
We know
They
Should
Have aged.
Why we ask
But there
Are no
Good
Answers
To Longue vie
Only a toast
To absent
Friends.
In truth I am
A bit green
Eyed at
Luck.