Oh. Poemhunter has aged me,
Six months prematurely;
A quick reminder of coming age.
Last year seemed to bring on ageing,
I'd never noticed it before,
I can't seem to kneel for as long,
On the cold or wooden floor.
My skin's not happy with no sleep,
Or my hair with too much drink;
I wonder what comes in these next few years?
Will I continue to obsess,
Over every new wrinkle?
Or will I just accept it,
As laughter lines and an interesting face!
Moya Levy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0038-age/
