The signs are creeping in; I’ve started to notice,
As I hit 30, it was the first grey hair,
Then at 31, it was the first ear hair,
At 32, I had to acknowledge the receding, and take action,
Now here I am on the eve of my 33rd Birthday,
Greying, with as much hair in my ears as on my head,
And what do I find?
White chest hairs are creeping in… damn them!
I look at photos and think, God I look young there,
Which makes me realise how much older I must look now!
But don’t be fooled into thinking I’m a maudlin,
Or that there’s melancholy concealed within (not this time anyway!)
I have so much to look forward to,
That I can accept a few grey hairs,
And a few more signs of age,
For I am loved in abundance,
And each passing year that grows,
So, another year gone… it worries me not!
Daniel P Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-year-gone-it-worries-me-not/
