The Joy Of Life

If it wasn't for writing poetry
Keeping my brain active and alive
I'd be a candidate for an old folks home
My mind is in overdrive

Still got lots to say and do
Before my final day of departure
This old world should sit up and take notice
And that is just for starters

My brain is literally bursting apart
Waiting to share what I've learned
Mistakes I've made and things I did right
And how my heart still yearns

To relive those special moments
When my life was a new adventure
Those happy times while riding the crest
Such a zestful joy to remember

Writing poetry allows for such things
To express our gratitude in rhyme
For a life complete with happy memories
An experience oh so sublime