Said The Old Woman To Me

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