The Best of It
I’m sneaking up on sixty years of life.
And every day I’m closer to old age.
I’ve got good kids. I’ve got a loving wife.
But I’m not ready for the next life-stage.
So many things I did back in my youth
Without any effort and with no pain.
Now, mornings I must face the cold, hard truth:
Added years mean my body’s not the same!
Yet, my self-image is still of a teen,
Strong and ready for almost anything.
The mirror shows I am no longer lean…
The realization makes my pride sting.
I guess, although I’m feeling desperate,
I’ve no choice but to make the best of it…
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