Baby boomers

Dam these old cripplers,
walking all over the place,
playing ball,
shouting profanity,
(building a grave),
doomed or destined,
waiting to fall,
Alzheimers, hopeful thinking.
Walking on legs like stilts.
Building more wheelchairs to fit them all,
rolling on steel wheels,
faster and faster,
until they stop and their grave is filled,
flowers ontop.
Damn, it stopped.
A new place to roam.
Silly me,
soccer time!
Times a blast!
Back flip, front flip,
no intruders,
just a fun time,
filled with my own replicas,
mud filled shoes.

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