Aging to perfection

She crawled into my lap…We were sharing the same space

when she rubbed her tiny fingers across the wrinkles on my face.

“Why do people grow old?” she asked. 

“Will I ever be as old as you?”

She put her little hand in mine…

“Will I have wrinkles too?”

Growing old is a gift, I said…I wouldn’t be too concerned,

for every day you grow a little older…

is a chance to live…

to love… 

to learn.

Our world is filled with many miracles…some are big and some are small

With so many miracles out there…we need time to see them all.

That tree you love to climb out back is as old as it is long.

If it wasn’t old you couldn’t climb it…

because it’s branches wouldn’t be strong.

And the bark you love to feel…means it’s growing old gracefully

for the bark is nothing more…than the wrinkles of the tree.

As you grow older don’t be afraid of wrinkles…

Be glad you’ve acquired some,

for wrinkles only go to show

how wise you have become.

Don’t ever worry about growing old, I said…

Grow old with some affection.

And don’t think of it as growing old…

think of it as aging to perfection.