It has occurred to me that growing old is fascinating.
It does not happen in one smooth row.
Instead in jerks tugs pulls throws.
One hardly sees coming.
One day I feel 16 the next 23.
Today I am 18, next year 59.
I find growing old fascinating.
A strange and wonderful thing,
This nothing ever stays the same.
Yet nothing ever has a change.
The earth spins.
The moon pulls.
We all grow old.
I find growing old fascinating.
Like a tangled ball of yarn
it slowly unravels.
Like a labyrinth of hedges
Grown tall and old.
The further you delve in the farther you have to go.
This growing old never has an end.
I find growing old fascinating
Because of all that I did not know.
I was created to know a Creator.
Little did I know I also must know myself.
I am the Labyrinth.
I am the ball of yarn.
I spin and pull and tug and throw.
I find growing old fascinating
