Aging A Delight

My mirror grieves me showing age with haste,
Reflects too well that I am growing old;
That where those clear, blue sparkling eyes were placed
There's two dark sinkholes that I now behold.

That handsome, smooth, impressive manly brow
Expanding higher, deep with wrinkles be,
And hair, what's left, so grey and crispy now
Like grizzled moss upon some ancient tree.

My cheeks, once flush and full, now sunk and lean
And lips, with age, now cracked and wafer thin.
Once pearly teeth, most fallen out so clean
That when I eat, my nose does touch my chin.

These lines do scorn but meant for one's delight;
They were not written out of sheer despite.