I used to think
that old age,
Was more a state of mind...
That I could
beat it on my own,
Through smiles and being
kind.
I thought
if I stayed active,
Got lots of exercise....
Old age
would be, held far at bay,
With no chance for
surprise.
Old age was just
for others,
I never would be caught...
Being a couch
potato,
Eating things that I should
not.
I told myself
each passing year,
I couldn't tell a change...
Yet
something now seems different,
And more so, even
strange.
Alas I've
reached the limit,
Where state of mind has
changed.....
Indented me with wrinkles,
All carefully
arranged.
From state of
mind to mirror,
With no room for argument...
Too poor to
have a face uplift,
Besides I'm just a
wimp!
© Loree (Mason) O'Neil
06/17/12
Midi
playing is: Aint much fun
