My Twilight
Years
I guess I've
entered the "twilight" years,
the years I've
heard about.
I don't remember
getting here.
All I know is -
I want out.
But I know that
is impossible
and I'm stuck in
the "twilight" zone.
The changes that
I'm going through
make me
sometimes moan and groan.
If I go into the
kitchen
for water or a
glass of tea,
I forget what I
went there for;
it's just a
mystery to me
While gazing in
the bathroom mirror
there's a
stranger that I see.
She has bags and
lines and wrinkles,
and I'm sure she
can't be me.
I guess I'm just
maturing,
getting older
day by day.
So I'll try to
relax and enjoy it
as my brown hair
turns slowly to grey.
©Gloria
Martel
Gloria's Glen
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