Nothing to prove
If my skin is no longer taut
If my back is curved from toil
And sleeplessness
If I forget to remove a blackhead on my nose because my sight is blurred
If my poorly laced shoes flop like sandals
If grey overruns black in my hair
And slowness supplants passion
If my skin no longer sees the sun
If I have lived day to day without heeding time
If today, suddenly, I find I am sixty,
– I don’t regret a thing.