I think I must be ageing
when I see these ancient spots
Adorned upon a face once young
and now I know it’s not.
I guess I must be ageing
when the wrinkles they appear
Around my eyes, mouth and forehead
and even near my ear!
I really must be ageing
when I need to paint my hair
For those colours keep on changing
from dark, to grey, not fair! 2 comments
I could be really ageing
when chores are forgotten each day
I get engrossed in my computer
And lose too much time, some say.
I reckon I’ve got to be ageing
when I forget a familiar name
It’s usually on the tip of my tongue
that it puts my mind to shame.
I know that I am ageing
when I feel those aches and pains
It’s our constant change in weather
I know, especially those rains.
I accept that I’m still ageing
for that’s what my life’s about
With those wrinkles, aches and pains
I’ll keep on living, till I drop out.
I’m glad that I am ageing
And how lucky can this be?
That means I’m still alive today
But can’t live for eternity! 2 comments
