I want to watch my body grow old
Wrinkles and lines
Drooping not with sadness
But with the exhaust of having laughed so much
Something had to give

Each gray hair cherished
Not covered
A ponytail full of secrets, smiling with
The memories of a lifetime of tagging along on
Adventures and misadventures alike

I want to wear age like a Scout’s badge:
Look back and see that even though
I may not always have thrived
I made it through

I am making it through