Old Age is a Gift
I am now, probably for the first time in my life
The person I have always wanted to be,
Not my body of course for that looks much worse
With all the wrinkles that are quite plain to see.
And so many times I am quite taken aback
At the old person I see in the mirrorís reflection,
It just looks like my poor old Father to me
But I donít look to close for a thorough inspection.
I would never trade one of my wonderful friends,
My loving family, my home or my happy life style,
As Iíve aged I have become much kinder to myself
And less critical when kept waiting a while.
I donít chide myself for not making my bed
Or for aging and a great lack of speed,
Iím entitled to be extravagant messy and trite
And of no one do I have to take heed.
Some chase the rainbow striving for wealth,
I have seen too many friends leave this world too soon,
Before they can reap the reward of old age,
So who cares if I sleep in my bed until noon.
I know that some time Iím forgetful and vague,
A sad trait that old age so often brings
But there again some things are better forgotten
And eventually I remember the most important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken
But how can it not be if you lose a loved one,
But broken hearts give us strength and compassion
To realize that itís something that canít be undone.
Iím lucky to have lived long enough for my hair to turn gray,
To have my laughs forever etched in the grooves of my face,
For so many have never laughed and died long before
Their hair could turn silver, oh what a terrible waste.
As we grow older it is much easier to be positive
And not worry about how much other people might drink,
I donít question my self any more or be argumentive
For Iíve earned the right to be wrong donít you think.
I donít waste my time to think what might have been,
I think of the friendships that most people extend ,
All those people with a genuine smile on their face,
To me, they are the ones that Iíll always call friend.