I woke up this morning feeling quite cold,
it's time to accept that I'm getting old

The hair on my head has turned white and grey,
I look in the mirror.....there's less there each day

No more the spring in my step I had as a youth
muscles now stiff, no longer loose

I look at the stairs, now a mountain to climb,
at least I'm retired, can now take my time

A walk with my dog in the air clean and fresh,
but 200 yards later and I'm gasping for breath

Age comes to us all with the passing of time
but I can look back and enjoy the life that was mine