I used to jump over,
But now I duck under,
Because I've grown older
Than when I was younger.
Back then I was bolder,
Much more of a plunger.
Now water feels colder
And life holds less wonder.
Must make some concession
To muscles less limber.
No leaping obsession
With legs stiff as timber.
More prone to confession
Than lighting with tinder.
Life's lasting impression?
All flame ends as cinder.
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