by Annette Bromley

Created on: May 16, 2010

COULD IT BE I’M GETTING OLD

Age is a thing we all must face;

We’ll all grow old some day

unless, of course, some other thing,

some tragedy comes our way.

Most of us will see in time

that our vim and vigor fades,

our teeth fall out, our cool curves sag

and our hair goes thin and gray.

I’ve begun to notice changes,

some wrinkles and some folds,

not quite the spark and zip I used to have;

Could it be I’m getting old?

I no longer run the jogging trails.

My knees, they sort of balk

but they don’t seem to mind so much

a peaceful river walk

or strolling in the village park

or sleeping in ‘til eight…

and I’ve noticed that it’s easier

to put on pounds than lose the weight.

There’s now this stranger in my mirror,

not the me my mind’s eye sees,

but I guess that person

looking back is really me.

All my joints now ache and grumble,

especially when it’s cold and rains

or when a chill wind is blowing, 

my whole body sure complains.

My sight is not what it used to be

and I find it difficult to hear;

I don’t digest those heavy foods

like I did in yesteryear.

Some days my mind goes wandering

and I forget where or what I’m at.

I use a lot more sticky notes

and with myself I sometimes chat…

But at least we seldom argue,

so I suppose there’s good in that.

I’m finding I like quiet more

and enjoy a slower pace,

taking time to smell the roses

and appreciate God’s grace,

His daily blessings

and I lean more on my faith,

more willing to listen to God’s plans

than having my own way.

I no longer plan ahead too far

down the road as I once did before

but I live each day I think happier

and appreciate it more.
I guess these are signs of aging,

at least that’s what I’ve been told,

that I’m not as young as I used to be…

Could it be I’m getting old?

Hey, wait just a minute there…

I don’t need your reminders.

I can well remind myself.

I still have my hopes and dreamsand for my age

I’m doing fairly well.

Age is a thing we all must face;

we’ll all grow old some day

unless, of course, some other thing,

some tragedy comes our way.

Most of us will see in time

that our vim and vigor fades,

our teeth fall out, our cool curves sag

and our hair goes thin and gray…

But think about all we’ve seen and learned

by living to this age,

all the knowledge, wisdom we can share;

It’s so cool being sage,

being the story teller,

having been there and done that.

Age is just a number

and old it where it’s at.

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