NOT THE SAME

Will it be the same when the years
start showing? will it be the same when
my face is filled with wrinkles?
When the once radiant eyes glimmers
with lived loss and sorrows?

When the once beautiful body sags? when
the once soft Voice is raspy? when
the once tender hands are rough from
the years of toiling?

Will it be the same when am toothless,
with just a memory of a beautiful
smile? will it be the same when my
mind becomes fuzzy, and am
incapable of recognizing my own
children?

Will it be the same when am no
longer me, when am no longer the
person to hold hands, the person to
take strides but the person left behind,
a person forgotten by time? So use your
Youth.