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Growing old

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By DollyPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
Growing old
Photo by Tiago Muraro on Unsplash

As the years pass by, we grow older,

Our bodies may weaken, but our spirits bolder.

Memories made, lessons learned,

With each passing day, our wisdom earned.

The wrinkles on our face, a road map of our life,

Each one a story, free from strife.

Grey hair, a crown, earned with grace,

A reminder of the moments we've faced.

Though our steps may slow, and our joints ache,

Our hearts still beat, our souls still shake.

For life is a journey, not a destination,

And growing older, is but a small sensation.

So let us embrace each passing year,

With open arms, without fear.

For with age, comes wisdom and peace,

And the chance to make memories that will never cease.

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just started living my life, and poems are my partner, make sure to like follow and help me grow.

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