Getting older!

I’m old and fat and past my prime!

Looking in the mirror I don’t recognise myself.

When did the young woman disappear?

Where did the gross apparition appear from?

I don’t feel any different do I? …… Yes!

I admit I don’t move as quickly as I once did.

I can’t fit into that dress that once hung from my frame.

I do have to watch what I eat.

Yes, I get out of breath when I exert myself ….

Doesn’t everyone? ….. No? …… Oh well!

Life is so unfair in that by the time you gain experience

You’re not fit enough to enjoy what you’ve learned!

The cruelty of life’s progress I just don’t get!

I hear myself saying things my mother said.

Things I swore I’d never say to my children!

Could I change this at all? Maybe!

My children roll their eyes at me when I say something stupid.

As I used to do when my parents did the same!

Already I see my grandchildren doing it to their parents.

Payback? Oh yes!

My joints stiffen and creak as I get up and sit down.

I find now I’m looking at the ads in magazines for those “useful” gadgets.

Getting quite excited at them! ……. Saddo!

Finding now that I qualify for the Saga holidays and “special” insurance deals!

Scary or what?!

To be truthful I am comfortable with my advancing years.

I don’t dread each birthday as it approaches.

Instead I celebrate each passing year and what I’ve achieved.

I look forward to what I’ve yet to achieve.

I’m thankful for what I’ve got, and aim that bit further.

So yes, I’m old, I’m fat and I’m past my prime.

But, what a time I’ve had getting there!