The Day I Got Old

The Day I got Old

I remember the day
when it happened to me
I looked in the mirror
And who did I see?
It was not my reflection
looking back at me
But an older woman in my outfit,
Returning my stare-
Some lady with wrinkles
And some gray in her hair...
I thought if I spoke kindly
She would move out of the way;
Still she persisted and caused a delay.
So I gave up and went on my way…
But alas and alack,
She was back the next day...
She’s rather delightful-
Knows all my favorite stories-
Weeps over my failures-
And applauds my past glories.
I assume she is family
For one could quickly see
She bears a slight resemblance
To my Mother and me…
Thena Cullen Smith

...speaking hypothetically right?

In relationship to eternity, you are just getting in vogue, Miss Thena. I just happen to be proud I made it this far, myself.

I'm still trying to figure out when it was I got old.