It’s All Relative

Age is merely relative,

So we’ve all been told,

Dewy-eyed teenies

Think 20 is old.

Twenty sees 30

As not all that’s nifty,

And think of the trauma

One faces at 50!

Fifty, happy to survive,

Dreads the big one - 65.

Seventy’s alarming quite,

Every hair’s now snowy-white.

But when minds stay evergreen

Any age is sweet 16.

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