Whatever Happened to the Age of Aquarius?

     A half century ago the age of Aquarius promised me personal perfection with bliss as sublime as a stroll along a beach. But since then, I’ve aged fifty years with wrinkles to prove it. So here’s my updating of the anthem “Aquarius”:

When my decades increase
And my back’s not feeling fine,
Orthotics guide each step,
Everything’s out of line.
This is the dawning of the age of A-A-R-P,
Age of Medicare Part B.
Seniority. Seniority.

Vegetables and lots of fiber,
Surgeons and prescribers.
No more flattery or delusions.
Golden living with confusions.
Hope I don’t get a contusion
Or go into some seclusion
From Forgetfulness. Forgetfulness.

When my decades increase
And my sight isn’t clear,
Myopia makes things murky,
Can’t see from there to here.
This is the dawning of the age of A-A-R-P,
Age of Medicare Part B.
​Geriatrics. Geriatrics.

Aquarius was nonsense,
Like today’s QAnonsense - a modern-day sin.
So let’s give up all false hopes
And conspiracy tropes - toss them in a bin.
Let’s look to the light to give insight - may the truth roll in.
​Face reality. Embrace reality. Let reality in.