Becoming Older

Gathered Years

Growing Old acquired a bad reputation
Dressed in tales of deterioration and dilapidation
along with a provocative quotation
"Growing old is not for sissies."

But growing old is an aspiration,
A reward for endurance and toleration.
It's maturation, worthy of veneration,
Admiration, and acclamation.

Since we did grow old, we are not sissies,
We are survivors, achievers-alivers
Arrivers at this peak of life, age;
Full of stories and wisdom, sage.

It's about stories; Aesop had it right.
For each story a moral, a gleam of insight,
Each scene, a vision, a metaphor;
Isn't that what stories are for?

To see life in other shapes,
To dress figures in other drapes,
To communicate in novel ways,
To pluck the essence of earthly days,
Gather our harvests in huge bouquets.

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