On your wooden rocking chair you now sit,
Staring into the image that lies in front of you.
Your eyes now dim you squint to get a good look.
As you stretch your neck for a better view, you hear it...
The creaking of your bones like an old rusted machine part.
Your body it's agility lost,
Your once white teeth now a canvas of brown and grey,
The Beautiful body you once had is now a relic of it's former self,
Those Brilliant ears now struggle to pick up the loudest of sounds.
Alas!... Old age is upon you my friend.
Suddenly you let out a smile,
As your wrinkled face and shining grey hair you behold in the mirror.
Remember how you fell in love with the wife of your youth,
and had your first kiss.
Remember the moments that made you laugh,
and cry too.
Remember how you made your fair share of mistakes,
and beat yourself for it.
Remember the periods of uncertainty,
and how you had to decide.
Remember the times you had to push yourself,
and how you thought you couldn't do it.
Remember how you dared to dream,
and set out to achieve it.
Remember the turning points in your life,
and how they shaped you.
Remember the friends that stood by you,
and those who left.
Remember above all the legacy you have laid,
and how it's posterity will endure for generations.
Upon this your smile becomes a laugh,
Revealing your now incomplete dentition fully,
For the full picture of your life you couldn't see years back,
Had just played out in front of you and...
It was beautiful...
And totally worth all the seconds, minutes, months and years.
You clearly see how God never left you,
Now you laugh out with pure joy.
Old age is bliss.
Love God and keep his commandments,
This is the whole duty of man.
Old age is bliss, if only we prepare for it.