Looking Back

My hair is gray, I move like a snail
I even get letters from AARP in the mail
I think to myself, I’m at a wonderful age.
I should be wiser than most. Why, I must be a sage.

Remembering the ‘Good old Days’, takes up some of my time.
The rest is spent thinking deep thoughts and making them rhyme.
I’ve lived a good life with very few regrets
We’ve paid off our house and have very few debts.

We’re looking ahead to some time for ourselves.
I’ll be able to read all of the books on my shelves.
I can ponder deep thoughts like, “Where did the time go?”
What have I done besides watch my family grow?

Am I happy? Have I lived a good life?
Well, I’ve been a good mother and a good wife.
But what have I accomplished with this life of mine?
Should I have accumulated more during this time?

I’ve been called an old soul since I was 23.
Now I am an old soul, in a years time I’ll be 63.
What have I learned from the wisdom of the ages?
I’ve learned that happiness does not come from earning wages.

It is not the what, that I have accumulated, that brings me all of my smiles.
It is definitely the people who have shared traveling all the miles
Of my life. The ones who have lasted the test of time, The ones who will understand what I’m saying in this rhyme.