Reflection on Aging
Descriptive narrative on life's passage. So much may be said for youth and spring...
So much may be said for youth and spring
But age and winter can be wondrous things.
What wisdom comes to me in later years
T’would have saved me, oh so many tears.
My movements may have become, uh, unsure
And memory not be pristine and pure.
I have lived life, and lived it well.
I have amazing, funny tales to tell.
The lines and wrinkles that crinkle my face
Tend to give it quite a stately, calm grace.
Looking forward, rather than looking back,
Keeps in mind what I have, not what I lack!
Would I like to trade all that I have now,
Erase the wrinkles from my face and brow?
Not for all the money, nor all the gold,
Nor all the riches that the world does hold!
This life has been such a good time for me
There is nothing else that I want to be.
I have been blessed from my very birth,
God gave me veritable peace on earth.
But age and winter can be wondrous things.
What wisdom comes to me in later years
T’would have saved me, oh so many tears.
My movements may have become, uh, unsure
And memory not be pristine and pure.
I have lived life, and lived it well.
I have amazing, funny tales to tell.
The lines and wrinkles that crinkle my face
Tend to give it quite a stately, calm grace.
Looking forward, rather than looking back,
Keeps in mind what I have, not what I lack!
Would I like to trade all that I have now,
Erase the wrinkles from my face and brow?
Not for all the money, nor all the gold,
Nor all the riches that the world does hold!
This life has been such a good time for me
There is nothing else that I want to be.
I have been blessed from my very birth,
God gave me veritable peace on earth.
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