Who is that woman in the mirror,
looking back at me?
Someone from the future,
not someone I’d hoped to be.

Where has all the time gone,
somehow it slipped away.
My hair so very thin now,
just look at all that gray.

A back no longer straight,
but bent and racked with pain.
No longer can I skate or ride,
or even walk again.

Each day I face the sunrise
with hope this pain will ease.
Every night I go to sleep
thinking my prayers are just a tease.

Not sure when all this happened,
of my family there is none.
Looked up from life’s requirements
and found I’m all alone.