Age

I look in the mirror and what do I see
A strangers face looking back at me.
With wrinkled brow and greying hair
A face that's worn and lined with care.

Looking into eyes of fading blue
I stand and wonder, who are you?
What is there if truth be told
It can't be me, he's too old.

Aching bone and joints that creak
Teeth and glasses I have to seek,
A stomach that always complains
And a back that's racked with pains.

But wait is that a twinkle bright
Or is it just a trick of the light,
Beneath these line a smiling face
Quietly slips back into place.

Age is a number so they say
But we grow older day by day,
Just don't let it get you down
Show a smile not a frown.

The youth I left behind
Still rambles through my mind,
Hoping that some sunny day
He'll come back to stay

agerhyme

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