LAMENTATIONS of GERIATRIC HOCKEY...

 LAMENTATIONS of GERIATRIC HOCKEY

When we lace'em up there's something new

it just takes ten minutes instead of two

we hear old ankles curse our skates

for that persistant painful state

the beckoning ice is cold and fast

it doesn't complain or ask

how old we are on this fine day

it just whispers, hop on and skate away

I'm here for you my friends

enjoy me till the day ends

PART 2 

When we were young some time ago

we sported lungs like great bellows

our hearts drummed like hippie bongos

and the game was taken for granted, ever so

Now that we're old we gratefully glide

and drift around with puck aside

we all pray for more speed today

but Heaven answers with...no way

we remember that in years past

we had no visors of plexiglass

we displayed stitches for eyebrows

as it was a badge of valor aired out

PART 3

Now, every collision of past years

sends us a bill from Medicare

our shoulders are weather stations

warning us of approaching conditions

our hips despise snow and rain

but carry on with irritating pain

and our groins, we can't discuss

because they've filed a restraining order on us

PART 4

The groups' youngsters fly around with bluster

and tape their sticks like fearless warriors

while we tape our wrists like mummies

ready to rest for an eternity

we just skate around full of Aspirin

and wear ICY/HOT on everything

So, lament not for aging us that be

but rejoice in the game you see

because the joy remains at age 82

and still lives in us like new

because in our minds it feels the same

as we hit lifes' lottery and won the game