Acceptance Poem by ann rta

I stare in the mirror
seeing ravages on my face,
was I young once?

Now, cobwebs like lace
traverse over cheeks,
was I pretty once?

Lines etch in deep
skin folds and sags,
was it taut once?

Eyes rheumy, sit on bags
weary, pale, watchful,
did they sparkle once?

Shall I turn to surgery
will it make it all right?
try the knife once.

No, I've lost the fight
years have overwhelmed me
I was young once.

But time raced by fast
my body has aged, BUT my mind
is stronger than it was once.

I accept and enjoy this
for wisdom is precious,
greater now than once.