Unlikely Senior Citizen
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When did it happen? I’m thinking
It must have been when I was sleeping
I changed from young and restless
To the elderly, wrinkled, graying - old-fashioned
When did I first notice the way it hurt
To jump and play, feel my heartbeat pulsate
Know the meaning of mature – senior
Citizen who has lost teeth and whose vision
Is no longer 20/20, but falls somewhere
Between seeing clearly and seeing blurry
Images who remind me that I’m not 20
In any way, shape or form – not even
When pretending I can still do everything
I did way back when my heart was flooded
With dreams and whims, little metaphors
Lost between the hues of an impulsive act
And the notion that youth would always last
When did it happen? I can’t remember
It seems most things are barely remembered
These days, I fight with my reflection who knows
It couldn’t be me in the mirror, where it shows
That I’ve changed – I’m different, transformed
From the young and bold to the ripe and old
When did it happen? I still don’t know how
To write it all down, the mystery, the clouds
Shadows of secret thoughts, obscurity, doubt
Struggling to find out just what happened
To the heart who was just beginning to find
The answers, the solutions, the responses
Only to realize that time has gone and decided…
It’s autumn and its time for gentle hearts to decide
Just how it will be when they’re flying free
Peaceful as the winds who silence their doubts
Pour joy into their spirits who reflect all the wisdom
Found inside the one who knows old age, yes…
It is more than just a number – it is the promise
Securing the spirit in eternity, where there is love
Forever and ever – endless treasure brought to life
By the One who knows that old age is more than a number
It begets the moment in time when God tells you why
Your life has been given – Why you have been living
So, with grace… embrace the sagacity of old age…
Knowing that, despite gray hair and wrinkles that taunt
There is the assurance that God doesn’t see your appearance
So much as He sees your tenderness, your experiences
Your gifts of love – the gifts you were blessed to give
Because He knows that those gifts are the ones that show
Your heart, your soul, your spirit – Your willingness
To give back to Him – the part of yourself that He roused
Within – when He promised to never leave you friendless
Old or young, He is forever there – awaiting the moment
When your prayer reaches out, beseeches Him to listen
In spite of your struggles with being this unlikely senior citizen!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2022
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