Category: Aging

by Lucy M. Young

It starts the day we're born this aging process.
No power on earth can halt its steady progress.
Inevitable, inescapable and constant.
It never slows or falters for an instant.

It's a road that every one of us must travel,
It's a tapestry of living none can ravel;
Woven with joy and pain, with tears and laughter,
And love to keep it bright forever after.

But growing old has several compensations_
We need not wait a year for our vacations;
And if we should embrace someone who's younger,
We need not fear the sharp-tongued gossipmonger.

Our vision may be dimmed, our hearing lost;
And dreams of high adventure torn and tossed;
The swift years pass, our youthful looks depart,
But years can never age the young at heart.