In the mirror I see myself, There are wrinkles around my eyes, My black locks are no more black, They appear like salt on pepper balls. I squeeze my eyes to try to read, And search for my glasses - here and there, Quite often I ask my family, The same question again and again. Small things appear much smaller, Also I try hard to listen something, Every morning I write my to-do list, Yet I find myself doing nothing. Some days I am left alone – Other days, I am alone at home, Every day I am told – That I am getting old. Yet in my dreams I relive my old days. Once when I was young, And my spirits were high. Time has changed everything My people have changed sorely. No wonders, every day I am told – That I am getting old! ~ Archana Kapoor Nagpal