I saw my reflection from the corner of my eye and it took me a moment to realize that the old man there was me.  Thinking about that started me thinking about aging.  That lead to this.

Enjoy!

On Aging

Sometimes a mirror catches me,
Completely unawares.
I’ve no idea who it is,
That from its surface stares.

I don’t remember aging so,
A young man lives in me.
He’s startled when he sees the face,
He knows that others see.

Inside I’m still the man I was,
Those many years ago.
Can’t walk as far or walk as fast,
When did I get so slow?

I used to take two stairs at once,
That’s not the case today.
Thank God for elevators now,
That’s all that I can say.

But feeling bad for feeling old,
Is silly ’cause you see,
I think of all the millions who,
Are much worse off than me.

So I should thank my lucky stars,
Yes that’s what I should do.
And to my mirror I should say,
“It’s sure good to see you.”

The nice thing about getting older…. it beats the alternative.

Cheers, Winston