Looking Back At Me
I looked in the mirror and what did I see?
A forty-eight year old looking back at me.
How is that possible, how can it be?
Wasn’t it yesterday I was thirty-three?
With fifty just a stone’s throw away
I begin to wonder how to keep it all at bay
Then realize some aren’t blessed to see that day
Another decade? Heck Yeah! I think I’ll be okay.
November 1st, 2009 at 10:44 pm
What a great poem! It made me feel a little better about being “forty-something”. I turn 42 in less than half a year, and sometimes wonder the very same thing. The days seem to be passing ever faster….
Take care,
Joe
November 3rd, 2009 at 7:42 am
The older you get, the faster the years pass. Ask my hubby. At 95, he says they just wizz right by.