Disappearing Act

When my dies have all been cast And most of life is in the past, I hear the closing of the door And beg for just a little more. I wonder if I’ve done my best And passed the worth of living test. I am longing for just one more chance At happiness, perhaps romance. I don’t recognize that mirror face. When did she come to take my place? How did my grandchild grow so tall? She’s just a baby after all. When once I was so very needed, I am alone and go unheeded. Like a woolly sheep that has been sheared, The one I was has disappeared.