Growing old- God's graffiti.

Danced and sang
Dined and drank, had a bang
Satiated to the core, no pang
If death came knocking,
The doorbell rang
God asked," Heaven or hell?"
"Whatever, care a hang!"

Old age did not happen
Old age was earned
Fine, if nothing was learned
For the heart is still young
As the candle at both ends burned

Come, grow old with me
The best is yet to be
Before the last hurrah,
Before the final curtain
The weary eyes are certain
The grand spectacle awaits
You see !