MUSIC FOR SALE

The mirror shows a stranger now, a face I barely know,
With lines that map the stories of the years that start to show.
My hair's turned thin and silver, where it used to be so thick,
And my eyes need help to focus on the fine print of the script.

The morning brings a stiffness that I never used to feel,
And the sounds that used to stir me now seem distant and surreal.
The knees that climbed the mountains now protest a flight of stairs,
But my heart still holds the memories of the days when I was there.

Growing old ain't for sissies, it's a fight you gotta face,
Trading youth for wisdom, finding grace in every place.
You lose a little here and there, but gain a deeper view,
Growing old ain't for sissies, but it's something we all do.

The nights feel just a little colder, the days a bit more slow,
And the world keeps spinning faster, though I’ve nowhere left to go.
The laughter lines are proof of all the joy that I have known,
Even if the aches remind me of the seeds that I have sown.

But there’s beauty in the breaking, in the lessons time will bring,
Like a tree that bends with weather, I’ve endured what life can swing.
The scars are just the markers of a journey traveled far,
And the love I’ve held along the way still shines like a guiding star.

Growing old ain't for sissies, it's a fight you gotta face,
Trading youth for wisdom, finding grace in every place.
You lose a little here and there, but gain a deeper view,
Growing old ain't for sissies, but it's something we all do.

Yes, growing old ain't for sissies, but it's something we all do.