The Price of Age

Once a baby soft completion Now showing lines of wear Once a tightly muscled body Now sinking toward the earth Skin stretched on thinning bones Looking as if we’ve been mummified Joints creaking when we move about Shoulders bent with daily strain. But these are all well deserved Badges of a long life we’ve lived The soul inside is free of time Having seen it all and survived Now wise and mellowed it resides Beneath skin stretched and pale Joints creaking when we move about We’ll bravely pay the price of age.