I discovered something about myself |
One Saturday In July It was Saturday, thought I'd sleep in, So I hadn't set the alarm. I was having a pleasant dream Of a lazy afternoon at a farm. Something hit the bedroom window, Waking me with a start. I jumped from the bed to check it out, While calming my fast beating heart. I ran to the window to look outside, Wondering what I might find. A gray haired old lady was looking in; This almost blew my mind. She looked kind of familiar; Tried to think who she might be. And why in the world was that old lady Looking in my window at me? I had an itch, so scratched my nose, The old lady did just the same. I tried again to think who she was, But couldn't come up with a name. I scowled at her through the window; She scowled while looking back in. It seemed that she was mocking me; I should poke her with a pin. I reached up to close the blinds, And found that they weren't there. The little old lady looked confused As we both smoothed down our hair. I stepped back and looked around And then I started to cry. I discovered I had grown old, That one Saturday in mid July. I was standing at the dresser mirror, Not the window, as I had thought. It was not someone else's face, But my image my eye had caught. I wiped the tears, and dried my eyes, There was no reason to go on this way. I'd lived my life the best I knew how. I vowed to enjoy each new day. |