Growing older is a blessing
like a tree in autumn
we have seen them almost all
Not as old as hills
not as weak as fallen leaves
but ready for almost everything
Growing older is a gift
we did not die young
like the Divine One on the Cross
Not as fierce as he was
Not as dramatic as his life was
but tagging along till now with our feeble souls
Growing older is an opportunity
To say Thank You to (almost) everything
To say Sorry to (almost) everybody
I am growing older

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