What do you think gets better with age?
My brain is bursting at age sixty-four
Although I’m unable to rise from the floor
Cheese and wine age well I hear
But not my ankles, knees, or rear
Smarts I gained over the years
Yet sound is fleeting from my ears
Practiced skills gain traction too
But I can’t dance the bugaloo
Of all my parts, the brain is best
It don’t need ice, elevation, or rest
Like this ankle I sprained
And swollen fingers I gained
I should carry a cane for next I fall
No games I go play today
Twisted ankles are painful you see
Yet a headache is the worst my brain can say
Twisted Trunk Travels 
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