Time changes things, or so I am told.
I have noticed it more since growing old.
I do not see as well. I really have to strain.
I walk with a limp and even need a cane.
People do not speak very loud any more.
I never seem to hear that knock at the door.
I battle the bulge from day to day.
I worry about what those scales will say.
Sometimes I try to get in the mood.
Use more willpower and eat less food.
But as I sit in my chair and exercise,
I count all these blessings in disguise.
No need to fret, Heaven forbid,
I will never look the same as I did as a kid.
I have lots of wrinkels and even a double chin.
However, I feel pretty fine for the shape that I am in.
I think as I look,
In that mirror on the wall,
Time has changed things,
But I am having a ball.