The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 165 Poem by Flying Lemming

Looking in the mirror, a tired face looks back at me
Slightly more aged, not as glowing as it used to be
My eye sight’s gently fading, my voice a lower tone
I start each new day with a chorus of cracks and clicks of bone
The odd sign of a wrinkle creeping on my face
My mind often wandering quietly off into space
Standing in a room forgetting why I went in there
The odd grey hair is surfacing in my dark blond hair
I find myself using words like ‘youngsters’ and ‘nowadays’
I feel myself getting older in many little ways
But I will not go quietly I’ll still act young for sure
Just cos you grow in years doesn’t mean you must be mature