I know it takes some bravery to age,
but no one mentioned every sad surprise.
So I was steeled to wrinkle, for the stage
that features fear of falls, for failing eyes
and hearing loss as I grew long in tooth,
but logic didn’t pick what ills are mine:
It’s chronic gum disease that’s my new truth,
and I keep having issues with my spine.

I always brushed, I suffered in the chair,
and more than most I worked that dental floss;
this chronic rot seems totally unfair.
And how can neck- and backaches be my cross
to bear, when I did all that posture work?
For now my biggest fear is any jerk.

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