A part of who I am

One day you are going to look at me

and I will have changed.

Suddenly, I will appear older,

a little frail.

My eyes will dim,

and grey streaks will mark my hair.

My body will weaken,

and my voice will crack.

My hips will stiffen, my feet will shuffle,

and a slight arch will form in my back.

But when that moment comes, don't fret:

for every wrinkle in my face,

and every scar on my bone,

has a story to tell-

memories I wish not to forget,

forever a part of who I am.

KLJ