Aging gracefully – or not!

I wonder what those wrinkles are

Appearing when I smile

They stretch right down from eye to chin

They really are a trial.

 

And there upon my forehead

For all the world to see

Deep creases march across my brow

There’s easily two or three.

 

With purple bags beneath my eyes

And hair upon my chin

My once firm throat, my pride and joy

Has saggy, baggy skin.

 

My hair has turned completely grey

And I cannot deny

That it’s absolutely natural

And not because of dye.

 

My eyes are swiftly growing dim

My specs are getting stronger

I try to go without sometimes but

That won’t work much longer.

 

My hearing has completely gone

I wish that I knew where

At least these little dinky aids

Can hide beneath my hair.

 

I’m glad some of my teeth are mine

Although it is quite tricky

To chew on nuts and carrots too

It really isn’t pretty.

 

A net of veins invade my hands

My legs are just as bad.

Arthritis starts to settle in

It really is quite sad.

 

And what is that around my waist?

And when did that appear? 

An extra roll of flesh it seems

It wasn’t there last year.

 

My brain fogs up and will not work

I hum and haw a lot

And say things like ‘You know, that thing’

Wayne thinks I’ve lost the plot.

 

And glancing in a mirror

For some reason or other

I find it unbelievable

That I’ve become my mother.

 

No matter what age does to me,

My faith will never waiver.

And when I die I know that I

Will go to join my Saviour.