Getting Older – A Poem On How Life Changes

As I count my seconds
and my hair changes color
I grow rich and mature
In thought and love
I start to respect elders
Abundant in experience
And in wisdom,
They know a lot.
Bigger problems look small.
More minor problems look big.
Falling up and getting down
It isn’t easy anymore.
A lot has changed.
Yet when you message me
I smile, and my life rejuvenates.
Dear friend, let’s stay in touch.


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