Old grumpy men sit on their rear ends and moan about the days gone by, While we see the stars and visit bars and curse politicians who lie. Old grumpy women sit and portend about people who walk by While we find delights, enjoy the nights, and lament the ones who die. Men and Women, same coin but different sides, Flip it in the air and call it while it's high. Middle-aged achiever, a regular eager beaver, never bemoan...