The countenance in the mirror stares in disbelief
at the stranger staring back...
Who is this person? Do I know her?
The hair once bright with autumn hues,
now drab with shades of grey.
The smile that shown with youthful grace,
now slack and drawn with age.
Infirmity now stilts my gait,
It hurts to rise, and more to wait.
It's hard to hear, it's hard to see,
time hinders the abilities.
I once was young and firm and lithe,
now look what happend to my life.
Don't turn away and cringe and sigh,
We're not so different you and I.
My life was rich and full of grace,
how would you know, not from my face.
Look in my eyes and you will see
the spirit shinning back...is me.