Oldage

Our car, among the classics
Our things, became antique
We, turned into relics
And our friends, befit a clique

Our cottage, now the hermitage
Our home, is a relique
Our life, will be a heritage
And when we talk, it's a critique

What we do, has grown archaic
Our habits, turned oblique
Our thinking, esoteric
But we've, become unique
WIZDUMBs by JA 418

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Among classic things your car is amazing definitely. Cottage has now become the hermitage. Old age provokes thought and needs special care. This is an amazing poem....10