Mirror on the Wall

My body with wrinkles some parts look old

Yet my mind is young so I am told

My hands looked wrinkled yet my fingers long

Where has my young hands gone

To a mirror I run I must check this look

Age is just a numbers I have read somewhere in a book

How can this be me for my thoughts are so young

I’ll keep it that way for it is my spirit and soul that counts

I’ll not look to the mirror’s that reflects my outer shape

For it is what it is but my youth is within

Lessons that I have learnt I’ll play them well

Stress of this world will cheat me out of my days

So each day I will make my life of wonderful fun

Smile, play, love, think happiness and be young