Didn’t know what it was like to be old until I was.

Aging isn’t in the mirror.

I am who I am at this moment, not last year, or last century.

If there’s a tomorrow, I’ll get that

After too many decades trying to be what I imagined I should be.

The trick was understanding how memory fights for control of who I am.

Acceptance calmed the urges well past the years it was needed,

A final blessing

Now that I am

No longer old.

Amen.

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