As a child, the tub was a kingdom grand,
Bubbles rose high, a frothy, fun land.
Sailboats would glide on waves of suds,
Lost in the magic, no worries, no duds.
Rubber ducky armies would float and fight,
Splashing and laughing from morning to night.
Bath time was bliss, an adventure so bright,
Parents’ warnings ignored in pure delight.
Now in old age, bath time’s a chore,
Relieving the aches, the muscles so sore.
Bubbles still rise, but now with a sigh,
How will we get out? Oh, how we try!
The sailboats are gone, the ducks too,
Replaced by Epsom salts, lavender blue.
A bath mat stands guard, a trusty aid,
To save us from slips in this wet escapade.
Reflecting on the journey from childhood to old age, the simple act of taking a bath encapsulates the profound changes life brings. As children, the bathtub was a realm of imagination, where bubbles became mountains and rubber ducks waged epic battles. The thrill of splashing water and floating toy boats was an unfettered joy. In contrast, old age transforms this once carefree ritual into a moment of relief and contemplation, where the warm water soothes aching muscles, and the challenge of getting out of the tub brings a wry smile.
Related: Looking back, it's funny how taking a bath has changed over the years, read Sailboats, Suds, and Senior Soaks
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