Me? I query those facts
As I knew lots who stayed alive
Admittedly three score and ten
Meant some were past their best
And they drifted off this mortal coil
To their eternal rest
But now we’re living longer
And, perhaps, soon being aged
Will be just as bad as smoking
To make detractors rage
They might suggest we take it up
Or eat ’til we’re obese
Or drink hard stuff until we drop
In hopes our lives will cease
I hope the day never comes
When the aged are singled out
As a blot upon the nation’s wealth
And their lives are worth ‘nowt’
image: PWC Megatrends
