One Saturday In July

One Saturday In July

It was Saturday, thought I'd sleep in,
So I hadn't set the alarm.
I was having a pleasant dream
Of a lazy afternoon at a farm.

Something hit the bedroom window,
Waking me with a start.
I jumped from the bed to check it out,
While calming my fast beating heart.

I ran to the window to look outside,
Wondering what I might find.
A gray haired old lady was looking in;
This almost blew my mind.

She looked kind of familiar;
Tried to think who she might be.
And why in the world was that old lady
Looking in my window at me?

I had an itch, so scratched my nose,
The old lady did just the same.
I tried again to think who she was,
But couldn't come up with a name.

I scowled at her through the window;
She scowled while looking back in.
It seemed that she was mocking me;
I should poke her with a pin.

I reached up to close the blinds,
And found that they weren't there.
The little old lady looked confused
As we both smoothed down our hair.

I stepped back and looked around
And then I started to cry.
I discovered I had grown old,
That one Saturday in mid July.

I was standing at the dresser mirror,
Not the window, as I had thought.
It was not someone else's face,
But my image my eye had caught.

I wiped the tears, and dried my eyes,
There was no reason to go on this way.
I'd lived my life the best I knew how.
I vowed to enjoy each new day.