Old Man in a Tub Poem

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An old man gray, with wrinkles deep,
His joints creaked, as he climbed with a creep,
Into a tub, filled with bubbles white,
A moment of solace, his pure delight.
He soaked in warmth, with a blissful sigh,
As worries washed away, floating by,
His tired bones, now eased and soothed,
In the tub, a haven he truly proved.
With wrinkled toes, and fingers pruned,
He hummed a tune, so softly crooned,
His mind wandered, to days of yore,
Of youthful vigor, and dreams galore.
But in the tub, he found respite,
A simple pleasure, bringing light,
A moment of peace, in a busy day,
As water embraced him, in a gentle way.
So the old man smiled, with eyes aglow,
In his tub, a treasure trove, you know,
For age is just a number, after all,
And in the tub, he found his joyful call.