The eyes are maybe, <br />Not as bright. <br />The knees hurt constantly now, <br />I seek the warmth and the light. <br />But I still have my teeth. <br /> <br />I've lost a step, <br />Or maybe two. <br />My beard has now gone white. <br />But I'm not lonesome or blue, <br />And I still have my hair. <br /> <br />It seems my age at last, <br />Has caught up to me, <br />After so many years. <br />But I can comb, and walk, and see, <br />Thank you lord, for everything. <br /> <br />2/26/12 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/age-47/
