Alive and dying

I die everyday,
A little a breath,
A bit to my surprise.
What delightful demise.

Every hair I lose,
A second is gone.
Irreparable cell,
And immortality I wouldn’t wait for.

Wrinkles in the mirror,
Spots on my face.
Yet my mind follows the clouds and the air.
I keep struggling you mean.
Je suis vivante! Hey hurray!