I guess I've entered the "twilight" years, the years I've heard about. I don't remember getting here. All I know is - I want out. But I know that is impossible and I'm stuck in the "twilight" zone. The changes that I'm going through make me sometimes moan and groan. If I go into the kitchen for water or a glass of tea, I forget what I went there for; it's just a mystery to me While gazing in the bathroom mirror there's a stranger that I see. She has bags and lines and wrinkles, and I'm sure she can't be me. I guess I'm just maturing, getting older day by day. So I'll try to relax and enjoy it as my brown hair turns slowly to grey. ©Gloria Martel Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Website Mail









                 




Ain't It Funny How Time Slips Away?
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