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.’