I DON´T MIND:

I don´t really mind,

I don´t mind my face creased & wrinkled,

If wreathed, in smiles spread & sprinkled,

I don´t mind my hair in long grey tresses,

If they resemble soft moonbeam´s dresses,

I don´t mind the milky film within my eye,

If like clouds, they always scan bluest sky,

I don´t mind my cheeks, with no rose ablaze,

If they resemble soft marbled & opal glaze,

I don´t mind my ears, that no longer hear,

If it´s taking away, the harsh noise of fear,

I don´t mind my joints that sorely creak,

If like branches of trees, they softly speak,

I don´t mind my gnarled & tired old feet,

If like stems, with sap, they move & beat,

I don´t mind my old veins, swollen & blue,

If like rivers & streams, they run free & true,

I don´t mind my wandering & forgetful mind,

If your face within the crowd, I can always find,

 I don´t really mind.