February 27, 2022
I’m not yet old inside my head.
It’s just the mirror that I dread.
The face that’s looking back at me
Is showing age I must agree.
I’m grateful for my hair, though white.
Some lose it all, someday I might.
I’m getting wrinkles, quite a few,
I must admit, I’m not brand new.
I pray each day I’ve yet to live
I find I’ve something still to give.
As long as I can write and care,
I pray I’m blessed with words to share.
I pray for words that offer hope,
Will touch a heart, help someone cope.