The Sands Of Time

I look in the mirror and see

A stranger looking back at me.

Who's that person standing there

With wrinkled skin and such gray hair?

Could it be me?

Yesterday my hair was brown.

My skin was smooth, tan all around.

My shoulders straight, my posture proud.

My voice had the strength to call out loud

My name.

I could dance all through the night

Until I saw the morning light,

And then I'd nap a short time and

I'd take my morning walk again.

Head for work, eyes all aglow.

Nothing about me then was slow.

Was that yesterday?

Today I wake up when I can.

I try to stretch and cramps set in.

I stand up tall, at least I try,

But my arthritis makes me sigh.

My butt, it sags, my waist is gone

I shuffle now across the lawn.

My walker keeps me on my feet,

But sometimes my butt hits the street

Anyway.

Today is here, I thank the Lord.

I have no tumors, I'm just bored.

The sword of life cuts quickly through

The hours and days for me and you.

I had dreams yesterday

When life was grand and I could say

Someday when I'm old...

But that was yesterday.

And then I find today is here,

And I am looking in that mirror.

I see me, and suddenly

I am my mother, don't you see?

The hourglass of life begins

At birth, and one day it will end,

And through the sands of time are born

New generations will form.

And one day looking in that mirror

A girl will see a stranger there

And wonder where she's seen somewhere

That person with wrinkles and such gray hair.