When I look in a mirror the face I see
Is somewhat familiar. Can it really be me?
My forehead, which never had had any wrinkles,
Is now full of furrows and lots of new crinkles.
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My hair is now graying, and this makes me look old.
I wear a cap when I’m out so my head won’t get cold.
My legs still like “walking,” but they’ll no longer speed,
I now often “follow” where I once would “lead.”
Still I wouldn’t return to a year in my past
Though I know that each year brings me nearer my last.
I’m enjoying each day more than ever before,
And I’ll handle tomorrow; whatever’s in store.
It took many years just to get where I am
And I plan to enjoy life just as long as I can!!