Do you think me daft, sitting here,
Writing about my love and fear,
Of things in life, that I revere
And of those things, that are dear?
To me, my Sisters and my Brothers,
That makes a family, for all others.
No one likes the uncertainty,
Of aging, sometimes not gracefully.
As we age, I must confess
Emotions can become a real mess.
What to do when this happens to you?
Persevere, keep going. That's what we do.