Me In My Old Age

I often wonder in my old age, if I would be hunted by my memories

Memories of loved ones gone and love lost

Memories of life un-lived and life I missed

Will I question choices I made and choices unmade?

Question things left undone and things I have done

If I look back on my life, will I feel I lived every moment completely?

In my old age, will I smile with wrinkles all over my face?

Each line representing a decision unmade, a love I’d lost, a path not taken.

I see a picture of me in my old age, an old woman with a life wholly lived.
Will what i see, be a true reflection of the life i will live.
Of me in my old age.