There's still gold...

When you are holding your last hand and all the chips are down,
Will you be grinning in your balloon or sinking with a frown?

From here on out we’re slowing down
From suit pants to an open gown.

But there is yet excitement here despite what some might say.
There’s beauty to the change of pace; it’s not just slow decay.

There are laughs to find and babies to hold.
Amidst the darkness, there’s still gold.

Let’s go forth and find it, Dad,
You’re more than simply old.