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.