You look in
the mirror
Hoping for
youth
But the face
that looks
back
tells you
the truth.
There’s
wrinkles
above
And wrinkles
below,
There’s sag
and bags
And hair
white as
snow.
But then you
remember
Why they are
there:
It was
learning to
raise
your
children
with care.
Sitting up
nights
When the
babies were
ill
Stoking the
fire
To keep off
the chill.
Waiting up
late
To see them
come home
From the
first time
they drove
The car on
their own.
Cheering at
ball games
Sitting out
in the sun
Losing your
voice
when the
home team
won.
I know you'd
not trade
What you've
had in your
life
For your
blessings
are many;
You've
learned
from the
strife.
Wisdom and
age
Oft go hand
in hand
and
we all know
that soon
we'll run
out of sand.
No tipping
the glass
will bring
back the
past
but I know
you'll treasure
this life
while it
lasts.