Visited with my wonderful Aunt Ruth yesterday.....which prompted me to republish this post. For those of us who are in the Autumn or Winter of our lives....introspection seems to always rear its head. Here is mine. When we travel this beautiful country....we meet many people our age, and much older; reflecting on these memories prompted me to write this. When did this happen...this growing old? Seventy fast approaches, young sprites please take heed My young woman inside is still jaunty.....behind eyes that sparkle when she looks in the mirror When did this happen...this growing old? I view the world with a twenty year old heart Hope and passion still afresh Yet cataracts are growing now..dimming glorious sunsets and sparkling lights When did this happen...this growing old? My youthful body has departed now Replaced by one I seldom recognize Yet spunk and vigor still reside here When did this happen...this grow...
"The soul is the truth of who we are." Marianne Williamson