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.
Copyright © Kaye Locke | Year Posted 2012
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