Surprise!

Surprise! Look at the wrinkles that cover my hand, all veiny and puckered unless I make a tight fist and they smooth again. The face in the mirror doesn't look as it seems when I'm not looking. Surprise! My hair is growing thin falling in wisps from brush or comb and no more need to shave cause I'll soon be naked as a babe. Surprise! Everyone calls me ma'am. Its startling to no longer be a miss. How hold am I, you ask. Well, I'm sixty-five but where my soul resides I feel about thirty-two. How old are you? Some say age doesn't matter You're only as old as you feel. Every time I say my age, it sounds so very unreal. How did I get here my heart seems to cry, but then, I laugh with a roar 'Cause I'm gonne live to be ninety-four! Surprise!