~ ~ AGING ~ ~ |
AGING As the Years go by, As I turn another page, So many things are different, Things change each year we age. Last year I could remember As I went to another room, The reason that I went there, But, Now I'm filled with gloom. I stand there and I ponder, What I went to that room for, As all memory has failed me And my mind has closed its door. What's strange about my memory, It can quickly find its way Remembering things that happened, Years ago, but, not yesterday. And, while gazing in the mirror, The vision that I see. Is an aging gal with graying hair Staring back at me. Her eyes no longer shine so bright. There are wrinkles everywhere. The skin that once was young and taut, Now relaxes here and there. I realize this vision Is just me in all my glory. Then, I think, "Why did I come in here". Oh, well! That's another story. Copyright - Gloria Martel |
