GROWING OLDER

GROWING OLDER

From Chicken Soup for the Soul in Menopause

Growing Older

When I look in the mirror what do I see?

Am I just an aging relic of who I used to be?

The hair has grown gray while the hips have grown wide,

no trace of the slender figure that gave me much
pride.

I am now middle aged, stuck in between,

my children are grown yet I still feel eighteen.

Too old to party, for by dusk my energy will fade,

yet I’m too young to surrender to the rocking chair brigade.

I’ve discovered something recently while visiting with a friend,

midlife is really an awakening—now that’s a mindful trend!

When time slows our steps it’s old age that we blame,

we’d grow old more gracefully by changing the rules of the game.

I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m sure of where I’ve been,

and, given the chance, I’d do it all over again.

The lines etched across my face will remain forever after,

wrinkles born of a life filled with love, joy, and laughter.

So, don’t let these midlife growing pains be the dawn of your demise,

keep in your heart the motto, I am healthy, happy, and wise.

And, when you gaze into the mirror that someone you will know,

is a seasoned former teenager whose wisdom is friend, not foe.

Kathy Whirity

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