Goldfinch60

The Privilege of Age.

I look in the mirror and see who?

I see this man,

This man of many years staring at me.

What happened to that young man

That used to stare back at me?

He has gone with the passing of time.

 

I then look again at the face

And see the wisdom of age

That experience has given to me.

I then smile as I realise,

Realise that age is a privilege

That some do not reach.