My Thoughts On Aging
Just yesterday morning while shaving my face,
I looked in the mirror in total dismay;
my once youthful looks somehow time did erase,
and there stood a stranger with age on display.
My once raven hair has now turned a dull white,
and under my eyes there are bags that outrage;
my chicken skin neck is now looking affright;
I hate to admit it, I’m showing my age.
Not sure when it happened but gives me a pause;
the aging in life is still nature’s decree.
But better the aging and live with the cause,
than pushing up daisies beneath an oak tree.
August 2, 2018
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
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