It's Bittersweet

I have determined to age with grace To show off each wrinkle on my face. I now accept there is more of me Much more than there was at twenty three. There’s a sprinkling of the salt in my hair That mixes well with the pepper there. The spring of my life has given way To vibrant colors that will turn grey. I know that Summer must bow to Fall And then Fall will answer Winter’s call Every age has beauty I've been told There’s bitter sweet pain in growing old.