To Be Again

By Mary E. Adair

None the less
I'd rather guess
Than face the truth
Loss of youth.

Quite a spell
Of living well
Must offset
All missed yet

Up in arms
Soft alarms
Tumbling down
Peering round

Bravely face
Wrinkles trace
Wonder when
I'll be again.

©05/08/12 Mary E. Adair