Wednesday, November 18, 2009


They say it's my birthday
One year farther away from youth
One year closer to death

I look in the mirror and see
More gray hair
More wrinkles
More belly fat
I mourn my lost youth.
I pray I will not look like my mother
The older I get.

My life is more than half over now
What have I done? Who have I been?
Is there time to do more, to be more?
Can the rest of my life
Be better than what came before?
Do I still have a chance to follow my dreams?

I long for heaven
Where I will be eternally young
Where looks won't matter
Where age won't matter
There will be no more birthdays
Just time eternal
And I will be free.