Doctor Visit

I'm Old, but still a rolling,
Dark smoke from my stack,
Chugging for new 'Streamliner' look,
When I graduate, and don't look back.

Doctor Visit
By Arley Steinhour 052114

Today is such a gorgeous day,
I think the Doctor ought to know,
To prove that I am in a breathing way,
But, alas, I must go there,++ to show.

The problem with the 'Aging Gene,'
It comes in different ways to each,
'Down and Out,' or 'In between,'
The ultimate, Old Age like a Peach.

Color good, Fresh taste in fare,
With painless energy to the very end,
Since these are they that lived their share,
Preparing for that, around the bend.

My life has been, much like a Racing horse,
Fast, on the track, a 'sure win bet,
We needed run in Storm-rain, of course,
And too often was I 'put away Wet.'

My strengths do whither, unlike the Peach,
Too many hard miles on the meter,
Graduation, is different, for people, each,
I keep the Watch, for our Creator.

His ownership, of my Eternity,
His gentle graduation guidance to Home,
Puts me ahead, or with 'Church/Bride, Class,'
The Generation dependent on His 'Tarry,' alone.

AMEN