Old man in the mirror

How did I get to look so old,
with wrinkles around the eyes.
A bowing of my shoulders,
and a weakness in my thigh's.
A tremble seems to have control,
tis hard to move around,
I need help now, seems even more,
But harder to be found.

I look into a mirror,
don't recognize who I see,
I turn to face the man back there,
and realize it was me.

I turn to look back once again,
at the mirror on the wall,
The man I see staring back at me,
Isn't who I am at all.

I am the man who few years back,
Had stood both proud and strong,
who went to serve our country,
when our Uncle Sam had called.

I am the man who loved his wife,
and children that were born,
I'm not this man who stares at me,
with weakened body torn.

Yet, though I face reality, disappointment and dismay,
I know that these emotions,
are soon to fade away.

I'll smile at him, comb his hair and shave his gentle face,
and wink at him for we both know,
we're here by GOD'S GOOD GRACE

Written by Ted Nicol on 2-24-2013

OUR LONG TRIP

    Day at the beach in California

 Redwoods. first time I ever seen any in real life

 More Redwoods .

 My sons first time painting without any numbers or sketch , it was a blank board. I am proud of him.

 

 Me getting old and pudgy.  oh well !!!

 Top of the mountain where we live .

 Got this at the creek in Colorado

 Another drawing my son did on a church door with pencil.

The valley of where we live in Colorado.

I know this isn't much to see and if I had of been a little smarter , I would have taken pictures everywhere I have gone.  Someday I will download some pictures of when I was in Mexico.

MEMORIES OF...............

When the passing of time has found you,
and your friend youth has gone away,
Then you find yourself looking more to the back and not as much forward,
to the things of yesterday.
The strength that once was familiar,
now seems so hard to find,
When once was spent so freely.....
now rationed, by wisdom, of passing time.
Now, we are thankful for our memories,
through them we live again.
And once more share, Love and laughter,
with our families and our friends.
What gift we have these memories,
Though sometimes are not enough,
Yet still..... they carry us back in time ,
TO THOSE OF WHOM WE LOVE.
Written 02/27/2007 by Ted Nicol