I looked into the mirror . Saw that I was fifty five. I pondered for a moment That I was still alive. My face is still the same one, Though lines surround my eyes. Again I glanced back at myself Taken with surprize..... The curves still curved In places that they should, My derrier was hanging there Looking pretty good. I smiled to myself, to think I've really been quite blessed Time was kind, I still look fine Especially when I'm dressed.