Rings
So you discern the age of a tree by counting it’s rings, right And before Botox, we measured the age of a human by its assortment of wrinkles But have you ever heard a tree say, ‘I wish I had fewer rings. I wish I could just stop accumulating them’ I dare say not. Any self respecting tree is proud of its rings ‘bring ’em on’ I’ve heard them say on a number of occasions So be like a tree and be like me embrace your rings How else will we know you’re still alive
The Bard of Appanoose
