In the dim and distant past When life's tempo wasn't fast Gramma used to rock and knit, Crochet and tat, and babysit. Gramma now is at the gym Exercising to keep slim. Now she's golfing with a bunch, Taking clients out to lunch. Going North to ski and curl And all her days are in a whirl. Nothing seems to stop or block her Now that Gramma's off her rocker. P. S. And Grandpa no long sits and whittles He's also at the gym getting fit as a fiddle. Written by an anonymous poet and the P. S. by me.