Have I matured,
or aged?
Is my skin like parchment,
smooth and soft?
Or crumpled and full
of wrinkles?
Do I need ‘plumping up’
or ironing flat?
My age is my story,
my experience and thoughts.
Worn or rested.
Life takes its toll,
and continues on,
giving and taking.
Life has magic
and cruelty.
Give it chance
to take you
on your own special journey.
“My age is my story.” Yes, absolutely.
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Thank you xxx
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I agree. A wonderful poem.
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That’s very kind of you x
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You are welcome and I enjoyed your work today.
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Thanks x
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You are welcome.
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