Seems I am getting older, day by day.
Hair getting thinner and it's turning gray.
My figure not as good as it used to be.
Hate the look that the mirror shows me.

 I see a few new wrinkles on my face
Some more  lines around my mouth
And everything above my  thick waist
 For some reason has suddenly gone south.

I like to think that I am getting smarter.
While my memory is not too good.
But I 've not misplaced the keys lately.
For that I knock on a piece of wood .

Some days I still  count my self lucky
Seems Fate has been kind to me.
I've a good man who's still  beside me.
That is about as lucky as I can be.

So no matter if I'm young or growing old.
He won't trade this old gal in for a pot of gold.
Or for some fair haired maiden's love to win.
 Even if she is young and tall and slim.

Growing older is not all that bad.
Just dry your tears and don't be sad.
For any beauty lost can be replaced.
With a loving heart , style and grace.