One of the good things about growing older is that you have ample time to adjust to growing older.  When I look in the mirror, I see a face I’ve grown accustomed to.  Unlike friends who haven’t seen me for three or four decades, I don’t have to have to suddenly see the older me.   I’ve grown accustomed to my face My breathing out and breathing in I’ve grown accustomed to the way my hair won’t rightly lay It won’t lie down I will…