My heart is light and hopeful
Like the filling sky with the dawn.
Bees experience knee soreness also
But they fly on.
The heart creates its own wings
Even for the ground bound.
Arthritis has no place,
And Age no sting for those
Who live such short lives,
For those who carry so little lust
Of vengeance within.
I have known a thousand sergeants age,
But I’ve never yet seen a bumblebee die.