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The New Fifty

Good news: sixty is the new forty!
So what if gravity’s made us a shorty,
For the new fifty is now merely thirty!
Even if the fair sex is rather less flirty.
True those hairs on the head,
Grow in other places instead.
And joints that were limber
Lack their old ginger.
And the brain with good recall,
Is now prone to stall.
Okay, so the newly fifty’s not such a hero.
But who’d be twenty, now mathematically zero?