That Aging Game

If I am two and you are ten,

could sit for me right now or then.

But as we age the years apart,

aren’t the same as when we start.

If in my teens and you are more,

can stand me now and eight is four.

When three-o hits we are the same,

a fact of life – that Aging Game.

We’re Seniors now – the things we share,

the aches, the pains, the graying hair.

If live beyond that average date,

when we’re to reach the Pearly Gate.

Age means less there is no doubt,

for we’re still breathing in and out.