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.
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!!