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Facing the Mirror

Who would believe I could be such an age
My life has turned over, page after page
So many seasons have passed me by
I understand the saying "how time doth fly"

I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Some strange old lady looking back at me
It doesn't show what I feel inside
Behind the wrinkles a younger me does hide

So much has happened in those years before
Can't be much left for me in store
The odds say for me , not much time left
When I'm gone will any be bereft?

Will any remember the things I've done
Things of joy and sorrow under the sun
Achievements and losses, highs and lows
Even I can't remember how it all goes

I've been abused and hated, pushed and shoved
Cuddled and kissed, cared for and loved
Experience must be my middle name
I've been through it all, but not to my shame

What happened to me wasn't always my choice
Though sometimes I did follow the wrong voice
But the good and the bad that happened to me
Shaped me into the person you now see

So I look in the mirror at the old face there
And I can't help feeling it's a little unfair
The spirit inside doesn't fit that sight
Though my limbs feel heavy, my heart's still light

My body is clumsy and hard to move
But in my soul my feet still groove
In my mind I dance and run free
But my tired old body won't do it for me

That image in the mirror that now looks old
Was once a young girl, brave and bold
Someone with dreams and deep fears
Someone for whom had not lapsed all these years

Someone who was lively and fair of face
But that youngster had not yet found her place
Ironically that place is here and now
And so this old lady will soon take a bow.

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