Betty White

Time races past at the speed of light It can't be avoided or prolonged'All will reach the top of the hill and fall down On the way to the bottom You become debilitated and senile Your geriatric behavior becomes evermore prevalent constantly The living fossil you have become Seems to have no purpose in a racing world moving at a slow crawl Though your prime has come and gone You become a beacon of wisdom As the grizzled teacher of those who look up to you