Getting  Older
 
 

As I look, into the mirror.
In the morning, as I shave,
Who's the old man, looking back,
That he, won't even wave.

That can not be me,
As I am not that old.
Then I remember, all the years,
And everything, starts to unfold.

My youth, and energy,
Is lacking, for some now.
For I feel it, in my back,
And I see it, in my brow.

As the years pass faster,
And my youth is left behind.
My wife and friends, are all I have,
And they are, all so kind.

My children, are all grown up,
And Grandkids, take there place.
I still love them all, more so now,
For them all, I want to embrace.
 

God has treated me so kind,
And blessed me with them all.
My Friends and Family,
Still makes me feel real tall.

I know my time, is shorter now,
And I'm closer, to the end.
The Love they all, have for me,
Is not something, I must pretend.

For all they show me, at this time,
As their love, can not be undone.
My youth may have left me now,
But my legacy has just begun.