Oh. Poemhunter has aged me, <br />Six months prematurely; <br />A quick reminder of coming age. <br /> <br />Last year seemed to bring on ageing, <br />I'd never noticed it before, <br />I can't seem to kneel for as long, <br />On the cold or wooden floor. <br /> <br />My skin's not happy with no sleep, <br />Or my hair with too much drink; <br /> <br />I wonder what comes in these next few years? <br />Will I continue to obsess, <br />Over every new wrinkle? <br />Or will I just accept it, <br />As laughter lines and an interesting face!<br /><br />Moya Levy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0038-age/
