Something’s hanging beneath my chin!
I wonder what it can be?
In the mirror I see a wattle
above the chicken neck on me!
Looking closer in the mirror,
I see something on my chin,
Oh my gosh! It’s a stiff white hair!
One of many, thick and thin!
“What’s this?” I ask, as I lean close.
“What are these lines upon my face?”
Where once the skin was smooth and clear,
Many wrinkles have set in place.
I sit back now and comb my hair.
It was once blonde and thick.
Now my hair is thin and gray,
It almost makes me sick!
My slender, shapely body,
from when I was a youth.
Has come to look like drooping socks.
I swear, I speak the truth!
This body which has served me well,
was designed to last for years.
My spirit used and abused it some.
Those memories bring me to tears.
Our spirits need a place to live,
so, we get bodies at our birth.
God thought we should be visible
to all as we roam this earth.
So, here I am now, growing old.
My body shows wear and tear.
But oh! the joy it’s gives to me.
As I travel here and there.
Signs of aging are a warning,
that our body is wearing out.
But our spirits are eternal,
Of this I have no doubt.
So, I pull out that wiry whisker,
I put cream upon my skin.
I salute my image in the mirror.
to honor where it has been.
It hasn’t always been easy,
nor has it always been fair.
But I’m glad God gave me THIS life!
I send thanks now up in a prayer!
I’ll see you before I know it, Lord.
I’ll see my family and friends.
We’ll have so much to talk about.
when my wonderful journey ends!