92 years old and she writes a poem about aging.

This lady is just incredible. 92 years old and still very creative and alert.
I can’t find a full transcription of her poem. here are the first few lines. Theres so much more. She talks about leading a good life and that creates the jewel thats here today.

The poem is only a couple minutes long and I thought it was so moving. She pauses once, but then continues on with her poem.

I looked in the mirror and what did I see, but a little old lady peering back at me,’

'With bags and sags and wrinkles and wispy white hair, and I asked my reflection, how did you get there?

'You once were straight and vigorous and now you’re stooped and weak. When I tried so hard to keep you from becoming an antique.

‘My reflection’s eyes twinkled as she solemnly replied, you’re looking at the gift wrap and not the jewel inside.’

Well, they say write what you know.

It would have been more incredible if she wrote a story about snowboarding.