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.