sonnet If no spring chicken

If no spring chicken else if past the prime
Old dna much disengages soul
Its rather like a virus riding time
Discarding bodies capping letters whole
Free radicals the bundled grit and grime
And prostate lumps that turn out black as coal
Are worse afflictions put on things sublime
They rally human hearts with rigmarole
My love I beg you beg off thoughts youll die
Youve lost your hair as well a wisdom tooth
In breakthroughs medical youll yield to youth
As death is nuisance illness living lie
From stem cells youll get a new head of hair
For later generations easier scarcely rare
Chorus hair strand thread