Something has happened to the me I used to be.
Something painful.
I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
Age
Gone are the whistlers who used to stare.
Sigh
At my lowest ebgb, the door opens wide.
Surprise!
The grandchildren are here--the gloom flies.
Rewards
Rewards of ageing overshadow my fears.
Remember
I tell me as they wave goobye,
the best phase of living is now.