I look into the mirror, and what do I see, <br />but an ever aging old man; <br />Hair turning gray, skin starting to sag, <br />with a shakey unstable hand. <br /> <br />My looks have become quite whithered, <br />my hair is growing ever thin; <br />My youth it seems has deserted me, <br />old age it seems has set in. <br /> <br />How are we to find sweet comfort, <br />as we age and draw ever near; <br />To the end of our life as we know it, <br />to the unknown things we fear? <br /> <br />For tomorrow it seems is not certain, <br />and yesterday is faded in the past; <br />How do we find contentment, <br />in today thats in our grasp?<br /><br />Dwayne Bailey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/contentment-in-today/
