Reflecting. Poem by Douglas McClarty

I woke up this morning staring at reality
The reflection was of me, an older man.
Yet inside this aging shell I feel young
I still have dreams of things I want to do

The years have past by so quickly
The people I rely on look like children
The doctor, dentist not long out of school
Now everyday reminders of getting old

The wrinkling brow and sliver hair, a medal
For I have arrived today, others haven't
The beauty of the body may fade now
But the beauty of my soul can flourish.

I have more to give now than I every had
More valuable than pots of gold or silver
I have toiled many years in the fields of wisdom
Knowledge, life's experiences unique treasure.

I could remain silent refuse to share it all
If others on the same journey through this life
Had not written or shared their harvest
Then I may not be staring at the man I am now.