59 Reflections

When did you get to be so old? Jowls. You have Jowls, and a hair on your chin. Not fat, no, but plump, Grannie padded, cuddly. Laughter lines Or World weary tracks of tears? Aches. Knees, shoulders All the not so bendy bits. Is worse to come? The eyes are dry Turning to dust already? No one is fooled by the golden hair Carefully applied dark lashes or Soft coral lips. Yield now. Be graceful in the winter. Be wise as only the old can be. Accept limitations without limiting yourself Live. Contentedly accept the inevitable And happiness will no longer elude you.