A thief called Age stole my young sweet self
And stuffed me in an old woman’s body
This old crone is certainly not me
And I really don’t know who she is
I do not recognize her wrinkled face
And where oh where has Age hidden me?
Only my eyes twinkle a glint of recognition
Peering out from saggy wrinkled holes,
In a face that time has worn away
And it doesn’t even resemble mine
One day I was strong, smooth and firm,
I was quite a splendid sweet young thing
Then Age came sneaking and stole my body,
Leaving me in this pruned and wrinkled wreck.
A miserable fiendish thief Age is,
She’s sure to steal me blind
Taking all of what’s long been mine
Until finally fleeing her indignities,
I’ll accept her win and fly away.
But that will not be today.