Investing In Old Age

Isolation’s Passengers, - Smoldering Sisters
Investing In Old Age
by Michael Doyle

It has become as sort of a joke
But one that makes me slightly choke
The youngest of chronological age
Says as if with the wisdom of a sage

That her dad, me, is growing a bit old
She laughs as her witticism is told
But I am not sure how to ease this
I just smile and tell her of my happiness

That it was good that I knew of this test
And wisely chose long ago to start to invest
Not in the money that cannot buy happiness
But in those things that make for this bliss

The funny thing about life from length to length
Is that the things of joy bring their strength
That this then is the purpose of my final days
To enjoy the blossoming of her and her sister's ways

(c) February 17, 2022 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
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