Looking in
the mirror
and aging
I see a man
one day closer
to death
Looking outside
at the sun
Watching spring
flowers springing forth
I am inspired
that a new day
is beginning
Each day is
a blessing treasured
It well be a sad day
The day I no longer
see my image in the mirror
Some see it as aging
I see it as turning the pages
To a story not yet ending
Today I took on the hedge
The wife on wounded ankle
Cancer being removed from a growth
Is building a brick walkway
Turning the pages of another year
But I do think I am staying away from Mirrors
Two ladies guessed my age as 57
I'm fooling somebody