Age Creeping Up. Poem by Dwayne Bailey

Age is creeping up on me,
with the speed of time;
What have I got to show,
for this life of mine?
Im forty three years old,
my credit I geuss is fair;
My bills are larger then my income,
my head is full of grey hairs.
My back it aches every night,
my visions not what it used to be,
My years of living on the edge,
are starting to catch up to me.
But its not all bad,
I have two wonderful children you see;
One thats eight, cute as a bug,
and one thats 16 going on 33.
And I have a loving wife,
one that makes me feel like a king;
Eveytime I see her face,
my heart inside it sings.
So all in all my lifes not to bad,
I have alot to be thankful for;
I may not have lots of money,
But I have things that are worth much more! !