My life is taking a turn,
A new age I embark as I near 60.
These wrinkles did warn me,
That youth had gone and left me.
We all know things don't last,
Not youth,
Nor our twenties, thirties and on.
Such is the road we all travel on,
Change is the only thing to rely on.
From the babe in Mother's arms,
To the babe of my motorcycle man,
To the babe of our Lord and Saviour Man,
Where life began and is given back again.
Trading in my young, plumb, healthy flesh,
For some wrinkles and the full mind.
Yes, full! So full, I forget all the time,
Especially when a mirror I find,
And see a stranger looking back at me.
Hard to believe I'm two from 60!
Only the Lord could have brought me,
Through my life and all the wrong turns.
Here's hoping this last turn,
Will be mostly right in my final walk,
And full of friends that share the walk,
And the wrinkles,
And the hard times amid the giggles.
Life is like that,
A full life is just that,
Paths that twist and adjourn,
Change, a constant in all the turns.
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