Reflections of the Heart: When Does One Grow Old?

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

I woke up in the morning,

mind refreshed and full of hope.

There is so much I want to do-

all within my scope.

My mind is willing, my mind alert-

I’ll spring right out of bed.

My mind is saying, “Go girl!”

but my back says, “Whoa”, instead.

Ego! Yes, ego is the culprit

in this aging game we play.

I don’t mind saying , “I’m 78,”

But, getting old???”No way!”

Source: Reflections of the Heart: When Does One Grow Old?

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