I Have Grown Old Poem by Shalom Freedman

I have grown old
I am more wrinkled everywhere
My small hands are smaller still
My legs are pipe-stemmed
My thinned- out hair
Springs out in wild strands
My eyes are bloodshot
My smile twisted and lost
I am a minor parody
Of what I once was

And yet my hand still holds this pen
I can still walk
If not run
I am somehow still alright in mind
I know I am still myself
Capable of caring for others

May God give me the blessing of the strength
To go down in dignity