snitched from another list kath Could *That* be Me~??! When I was young and carefree, I thought I'd never see A gray hair or a wrinkle Oh how wrong I was to be. I didn't think my rear would fall Or other parts would sag But as I wake up each new day, I've less about to brag. Some days when the clock alarms And it's time to hit the floor I roll over and slide out of bed Cause every joint I have is sore. I have so many aches and pains And I just don't know why My mind says, "You can do anything!" My body begs "Please don't try". At times I feel I'm thirty, And my kids are still in their teens But to keep my age in perspective, I need only to slip on my jeans. I have to lie down to get them zipped. When it's done, I can't catch my breath. I feel I look chic when wearing those jeans, But it's not worth a premature death. I then dig out my comfortable sweats They have elastic all the way round. I now can breathe and walk like I should, With a smile and not with a frown. I had heard of "senior moments" I thought I would never have one. Either I'm finally considered a senior Or I'm staying too long in the sun. I'm stunned when I look in the mirror. I think, "Could that really be me?" Cause it surely looks like my own mother did When "I" was just forty-three. ~Author~ Emily McAdams ©Copyright Jan. 2002