I seldom look back,
thinking about change,
those things in my life
I might rearrange.
At this point, I’ve earned
my Old Man attitude.
When I pray now, they’re
always prayers of gratitude.
I consciously sit, having
arrived at my elderly station,
look at my life with
awe and appreciation.
When beautiful things
approach, pass on by,
I give them a smile,
a satisfied sigh.
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