As gray slowly comes into our hair,
Wrinkles on our skin congregate there.
We look in the mirror and hope to see,
Our youth that never again will be.
So how are we to gracefully grow old?
When our bodies continually,
Age spots on our arms and hands,
Makes our skin start feeling like sand.
Our bodies start to droop and sag,
Then slowly our feet begin to drag.
Our bones get stiff from the cold,
Then our hands we can't unfold.
Our eyesight fades from old age,
Then God turns another page.
We begin to lose all our teeth,
Next a hearing aide we will need.
But with these years of growing old,
There is wisdom worth more than gold.
Oh, the lessons we could all teach,
If the young would only hear our speech.
"I'll live my life," they always say,
"I have to make my own mistakes."
Through out time it's been this way,
We refuse to listen to what they say,
If I had listened when I was told,
I might be able to gracefully grow old.
Written by:
Thelma Shutters
5-14-2
