Ageless Poem by Edwina Reizer

Getting old is never easy.
I guess it's not supposed to be.
You don't trip the light fantastic anymore.
You trip and find yourself on the floor.

A few bruises appear and it's then you know
that how you were is gone.
But you accept the scars and bruises
and find the will to go on.

I always think to myself at these times
'Well things could be worse.'
You could be taking your last ride
in a big old sorrowful hearse.

So acceptance becomes the topic of your life
and you look at the love you've had.
And all at once the realization is stark
and getting old doesn't seem so bad.