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Getting Old
By Franklin Price
edited 6/17/2017
original written 6/17/2014

Getting old's a little strange  don't know just what I thought
I've chased the years and here I am and don't know what I've caught
I look into the mirror and looking back at me
Is an older version of myself, I did not expect to see
Skin's wrinkled and sagging, been that way for  quite awhile.
I still have my own teeth I still like it when I smile
My eyes still have a twinkle, though the lids are closing in
If I gain much weight, at all, I have a double chin.
The hairline is receding and getting mighty thin,
Darker when it's wet, when dry, it's gray again.
The bald spot in the back is getting bigger every day
No eyes back there to see it, so I think that it's okay
 I  still like the one I see, who's in the mirror there.
The face, the teeth, the seeing eyes,  not so much, the thin gray hair
Because I know, inside my head, a youngster still resides,
Tempered by age, experience honed, still likes motorcycle rides.
My health is good, exercise a bit,  for my heart, to keep it strong
Walk without assistance and help others get along
I am very grateful for what God has given me
But not yet ready to go to Him, to spend eternity
If He is willing, and the creek don't rise, I've got some years to go.
I don't know just how many,  but this is what I Know
I know I'm loved, and love right back, that's how I live my life.
Treat everyone as family; best of all my darling wife.
This is my view on aging, whether you are young or old
Appreciate everything you have and, if I may be so bold,
Don't have regrets when looking back or envy others for what they've got
You're still here and living and that's really quite a lot

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