I had to wait ‘til I grew old

and listened to my peers,

to figure out why they call

old age the “Golden Years”.

 

Gold, we know, is metal

and metals describe well

what “Tin” happen to the body

when we grow old and frail.

 

As we reach the “Golden Years”

there is “Silver” in our hair…

We have “Lead” in our fannies

and a “Nickel” we can spare.

 

There is “Iron”y in “Zink”ing

that it would be quite grand

F”Ore” us to “Steel” away

and join a heavy “Metal” band.

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