I love my being old
with life yet to unfold
and stories still untold.
I do not mourn my youth.
Gone are its fit-in follies,
its struggles and its troubles.
I smile and bless it all,
each year a gift to me.
It’s great now being old-
I wear my body now
a different shape and size,
battle-scarred with age-
a treasure chest to hold
the gifts I have within.
I’ve lived so many lives
in every shape and size.
I’ve often died in youth.
Now I love being old
with life yet to unfold
and stories still untold.
(Shelley Audrey Wilson-
August 16, 2020)
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