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.
