The Price of Age
Once a baby soft completion
Now showing lines of wear
Once a tightly muscled body
Now sinking toward the earth
Skin stretched on thinning bones
Looking as if we’ve been mummified
Joints creaking when we move about
Shoulders bent with daily strain.
But these are all well deserved
Badges of a long life we’ve lived
The soul inside is free of time
Having seen it all and survived
Now wise and mellowed it resides
Beneath skin stretched and pale
Joints creaking when we move about
We’ll bravely pay the price of age.
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