A Lady of a Certain Age
I’ve been around this world awhile,
have had my ups and downs.
I think were I to tally them,
I’ve had more smiles than frowns.
I want to live each day as though
it is the very last,
for I have been improvident
and a wastrel in the past.
Time, greatest of commodities,
must be used or it's gone.
It cannot be stored nor hoarded.
It's worthless when its done.
I have reached an age that’s greater
than it has been before.
I’m ashamed to ask the good Lord
to give me one day more
Unless I grab it and hold it
and put it to good use.
I intend to meet my Maker
without a weak excuse.
This is the way that life feels when
you get to be my age,
that the story will be ending.
You hate to turn the page.
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