Ramble

Oh, you decrepit,
Aged man,
Who winces
When you walk.
You think that
Life and limb,
Is sound
And you never
Have to worry
Or that you
Can run and play
And always have to hurry.
But slow you down,
Oh foolish man,
For life is but a gamble
And odds do not
Give favor to
Those who
Choose to ramble.