A Poem

She doesn’t sing quite like she used to,
Her song is hindered by her age.
In the early morning, when the snow and ice are here
Her struggle is much greater,
And lack of start I fear.

Her roads in life have been tough,
Even now their filled with holes.
She gives her all to get up,
Yet she lacks the strength as before.

Sometimes I visit a younger youth
Excitement doth abound.
Tried and tested, through and through,
I will return to my former view.

Her smell has changed, yet it’s still the same,
Mature in age, still pleasures came.
When she fades into the past,
Fond memories will forever last.