The Sands Of Time

Rhyming Poem about the aging process and how we see ourselves

,THE SANDS OF TIME

I look in the mirror and see

A stranger looking back at me

Who’s that person standing there

With wrinkled skin and such gray hair?  Could it be me?

 

Yesterday my hair was brown

My skin was smooth, tan all around

My shoulders straight, my posture proud

My voice had strength to call out loud; My Name

 

I could dance all through the night

Until I saw the morning light

And then I’d nap a short time and

Take my morning walk again

Head for work, eyes all aglow

Nothing bout me then was slow: Was that yesterday?

 

Today I wake up when I can

I try to stretch and cramps set in

I stand up tall, at least I try

But my arthritis makes me sigh

 

My butt, it sags, my waist is gone

I shuffle now across the lawn

My walker keeps me on my feet

But sometimes my butt hits the street; Anyway

 

Today is here, I thank the Lord             

I have no tumors, I’m just bored                       

The sword of life cuts quickly through

The hours and days for me and you

 

I had dreams yesterday

When life was grand, and I could say

Someday when I’m old…..

But that was yesterday

 

And then I find today is here

And I am looking in that mirror

I see me, and suddenly

I am my mother, don’t you see?

 

The hourglass of life begins

At birth, and one day it will end

And through the sands of time are born,

New generations that will form

 

And one day looking in that mirror

A girl will see a stranger there

And wonder where she’s seen somewhere

                                                             That person with wrinkles and such gray hair

Author's Note

Please honest review, criticism needed to improve my writing skills.