Something I admired about my father

As he got old and started to lose his

Moxie little by little

He always began by denying he had

Any problem

But when it became


He shrugged and made appropriate


And never looked back with regret

He was resilient

A springy old man

I want to be just like him

Because believe me

Nothing stays the same unless you are dead.

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