AGING GRACEFULLY (Poem #258)

Aging gracefully is something many of us can't do.
But some of us do it so well and never seem to brew.

Mother always said she earned every wrinkle she's got.
Plastic surgery to take them away?  I think not.

If you don't love me the way that I am,
Without my wrinkles, would you love me then?

There are so many benefits from knowledge gained.
Now treated with respect, from childish things I've waned.

I'm no older to me than in my heart I feel,
And sometimes this aching old body doesn't seem real.

So look upon me as aging gracefully, whatever you may see.
For I'm a work of God, and this means the most to me.

© Copyright 8/1/1999 by Jean E. Gorney