I look into the mirror, and what do I see,
but an ever aging old man;
Hair turning gray, skin starting to sag,
with a shakey unstable hand.
My looks have become quite whithered,
my hair is growing ever thin;
My youth it seems has deserted me,
old age it seems has set in.
How are we to find sweet comfort,
as we age and draw ever near;
To the end of our life as we know it,
to the unknown things we fear?
For tomorrow it seems is not certain,
and yesterday is faded in the past;
How do we find contentment,
in today thats in our grasp?
Dwayne Bailey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/contentment-in-today/
