OVER THE HILL

OVER THE HILL

About growing old, I do not fret
But there are things bothering me, yet.
Could be a little fear of advancing age,
Denouncing youth as I turn another page.
Enough of the fretting, won't help at all!
Forgive me if I start to stutter and stall;
God give me grace as my hair turns white,
Help me to make it through another night.
I will be a bit eccentric when I'm old,
Just never remembering what I'm told;
Keep the faith, some things are gone,
Like patience and memory, but love lives on!
Must you stare at my wrinkles that way?
Not a one out of place, whatever you say!
Overweight but eating is what I do best,
Patience is needed, my aging request.
Quickly time flies, where does it go?
Resting is more fun than going to a show.
Seventy years I've been here on earth
Trying to live life for all it's worth!
Unless I find the fountain of youth.
Very good chance what you see is the truth.
White-haired and wrinkled, not feeble yet,
X-rays show I'm still a pretty good bet.
Yesterday's gone but tomorrow will come,
Zeroing in on what's still to be done!

Countrymom
Turning 70 on May 7th!
4/30/06