Is aging a blessing or curse,
Growing old,
Better or worse,
Than the painless energy of youth?

I noticed on this cool Spring day,
As I pedaled my bike,
Out along the way,
That I wore long pants and a coat.

In my younger years,
Devoid of fears,
It was sometimes short sleeves in the snow.
It was appearance that mattered.
I could never look tattered.
And comfort rode in the backseat.

But now scars draw a map,
Across my back,
And from there to points north and south.
No rapid starts
For the stents in my heart,
How long does Titanium last?

And on aging souls,
There is a toll
From all of the sorrow and pain.
We die a little everyday,
But we learn how our strength to sustain.

Some lessons come gently,
And others come slower,
Some mistakes are repeated,
As we sink ever lower,
Knowing that we could have done better.

I stare into the mirror
At my own green eyes,
And I see how I've been affected,
By the days of my life.
I've learned
And I have grown,
From the people
I have known,
And loved all along the way.

I know not, how much longer
I will walk the Earth,
How far I will distance myself,
From the remote day of my birth.
But the journey has been lovely,
And the people superb.
The views have been breathtaking,
And I've been rarely disturbed,
By the hard lessons I've had to learn.
For this life is a gift,
And you are never adrift,
Without an angel by your side.