Am I Old Yet She Asked, As She Trudged Through The Snow. Her Mind Filled with Memories from long ago.
She laughed as she thought of happier times. When life was filled with children and nursery rhymes.
Happiness and Laughter echoed through her mind. As She trudged through the darkness,
How will I know when I’m too old to go Walking alone in the soft moonlight glow. When will the feathery soft snow flakes Stop enchanting me, its beauty breathtaking.
My heart and soul fill with the wonder of it all. My body may be wrinkled and old but inside I’m only two feet tall.
Rain Drops are still wet upon my face.
No I’ll never be old in my secret place.