My hands are wrinkled
The skin around my eyes?
Pocket into each other
My walk now limp
Hair?
Greyer than a silver lining cloud
Teeth now false and man made
Hearing?
That too is gone
That too is gone
But so long as my heart stays beating
And my smile stays beaming
And my children stay reaching
I’ll keep on loving
They’ll keep on loving
And I’ll keep on preaching
That getting old in itself?
Is a gift