Aging once seemed some distant destination
Yet I have arrived to the unchartered horizon
It is that season when yellow leaves a few do hang
From the boughs which shake with cold
In the twilight days of my years
When the sunset fades in the west
When beauty has been exchanged for wisdom
When memory fails me often
While I am the same old me under the tattered worn-out shell
My heart can fiercely love and fill with joy
At times it can ache and suddenly break
My eyes still dance and my legs only wish
Music moves me as much so look past the wrinkles
Loneliness is a status quo in this age
Made me more willing to forgive and let past conflicts go
I have a thousand tales to relate
I am aware of the beauty inside
So don’t diminish my value
Although not as strong and no beauty, I know
Yet I am here and want so much to live
by Susmita Mukherjee
It's the years that bring aging. It stood still now and then, for me to recount. How life was mean, and good at the same time.
"I am the same old me under the tattered worn-out shell" ... YES!