Looking in the mirror, I see an old person
An image that looks like my mother’s twin
Yes, I’ve aged and for that I do not agonize
I have become more pardoning within
I am no longer as critical of myself
I look back and remember my blessings
I do not dwelling on the pain along the way
Accepting life as a gift; not second guessing
I would not be happier in a body reconstructed
I am young at heart playing with grandkids
I smile when I walk, unassisted by a cane
When I drive, I must slow down to avoid skids
Life is amazing and I am glad I am still around
These days I am more understanding and forgiving
Each day’s agenda is met with special thanks…
Grateful to participate in the dance called living
1/21/08
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getting-old-8/
