My Birthday

Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 64. I don't know where the time went. Just yesterday I was 24. When I look in the mirror a stranger stares back. Gray hair and a round body...who are you I constantly ask. But that person just stares back. I look at my high school pictures...black hair and a narrow waist. The years have passed by with so much haste. But, one thing I do recognize...one thing familiar comes to my eyes. The smile I once had is still there. Mouth open wide and teeth showing in a big grin. I have that same smile, so...it must be. Yep, that old lady in the mirror must be me.

Okay I'm getting old. Young I'de like to be. Some say you are as old as you feel. Some days I must be 103. I feel so young inside. But outside I am 64. Medicare is next door. I'll take this birthday...no other choice. But, believe me when I say...I sure wish I was going to be 24. I keep thinking...how did a young girl like me get so old so fast! Those young years didn't last. Getting old is a privilege some don't receive. So, take the birthdays and be glad...it ain't my time to leave.