Spark of Life

Amazing how life catches up to you.

I look in the mirror and count the gray hairs;

I see the crow's feet under my eyes

and wonder where the time has gone;

Sometimes I long to be that girl again,

the one who was reckless and wild and free,

the one who threw caution to the wind,

and screwed up far too many times,

but had lots of exciting stories to tell along the way;

I long to be that girl who danced until dawn,

who was the life of the party,

the girl who was flirtaceous,

and drew men like flies.

I loved the feeling of being wanted,

of being desired.

I loved knowing that people

loved to be around me.

It seems like that part of me has gone away,

and I live far too isolated from the world.

When I look in the mirror,

I can still see the mischievous twinkle in my eye.

The spark is still there somewhere,

but I fear it is but a dying ember;

I get scared of getting older;

I get mad at myself for opportunities

that have passed me by;

I get lonely when I think of the future;

In the race of life

it seems I've ran toward things

that haven't really mattered,

and somewhere I've lost the girl that I was;

I want to find her.

I will find her.

And we will sing and drink a toast

and dance until dawn,

and celebrate this life

that is still worth the living.

And when I look in the mirror,

the gray hairs won't matter,

nor the crow's feet,

for the spark of life will still be with me.