i woke up this morning and as i raised my head from my pillow, i felt age creeping up on me, my joint's aching, my back stiff, and i had to adjust to the weight of my body,

i have seen my mother, father and friend's walk a lttle slower, but i never thought of me, getting their, i was once told by an elder person, when it hit's, it hit's, growing old is a curse, but on the other a gift, i looked and just smiled, i will be jumping around, wait and see,

but as this morning started i could only go back and remember, the conversation from the past, it made me laugh, we grace it with hope, a giving, know a days, who look their age, i no i don't, but the outside can fool anyone,

age is grace, a smile, a wish, a thought, it bring's on all the thing's we just see it the elder, for know, but have you looked in the mirror lately, i mean really looked, it's reflection's is scratch in stone, see the crinkled smile around your lips, the crow's feet by your eye's, and then smile to yourself, and say what a blessing,