It’s Still Me

 
The human body God designed
will age as time goes buy.
Skin will sag and wrinkle up,
and then one day we’ll die.

 
As years go by and I grow old
don’t be fooled by what you see.
It’s not an old pale wrinkled man.
Hidden deep inside…it’s me.

 
A father, whose strong loving hands
once swung you through the air,
And tucked you in at bedtime
where you’d hear a story there.

 
A grandpa who held you under arms,
pretending you were a clock.
Then swung you high from left to right
as you pleaded for more “tick tock”.

 
A husband who took you in his arms
and softly whispered to you,
“If my hug was half as strong as my love
I’d break you clean in two.”

 
So don’t look at this old wrinkled man
and be fooled by what you see.
If you could look into my mind
you’d know that it’s “still me”.