Growing Old Gracefully
©1997 by Susan Noyes Anderson
You’re growing old so gracefully,”
is what I’m often told.
Is that a compliment?
Should I be proud, or just consoled?
Do wrinkles glide across my face?
Can old bones creak with style?
Are aching joints more pleasing when
you bend them with a smile?
If silver hair distinguishes and
bifocals refine, then
I am truly elegant,
for both of these are mine.
I’m pleased that most observers find
my aging done with grace,
but I would gladly be more gauche
if that would slow the pace!
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Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.