OLD AGE

I look in the mirror,

And I begin to quiver.
Gone is my youth,
Its time to face the truth.

The lines so intricate on my face,
Bits and pieces of my past I try to trace.
I have aged on the outside,
But I still dance and laugh inside.

My body is not what it used to be,
Every now and then, my own sight bewilders me.
I am thankful for the time I had,
To watch my life run its course and for that I am glad.