Aging

March 23. 2023

I’m not quite sure when I grew old.
My body’s now a bit more frail.
I bundle more against the cold.
A brisk north wind feels like a gale.

It doesn’t seem that long ago
That I could run a faster pace.
But now I walk, my stride is slow,
A jogging trail is not my place.

So far it seems my mind’s still strong.
Although my mem’ry tends to fade,
It’s good enough to get along.
It still could earn a passing grade.

I pray each day I’m aging well,
So many stories left to tell.