Some act as if it’s not a gift…
To grow older with delight.
I’m often asked how it feels,
To be an age I don’t appear.
I tell them it’s my first time doing it…
It’s my first time being here!
And if I knew I should feel a certain way,
Nothing in my past prepared me for this day!
It’s all new to me…
I have no clue how I should be.
Nor do I look in the mirror with fears,
To chase away!
(‘That depends on HOW I’m looking’)
It’s clear I’m aging,
With a grace I accept!
And blessed I feel everyday!
No one I know will be here forever…
No matter what’s done to stay!

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