As We Grow Older

As we grow older

A portrait is made

Pictures of  life

Over decades

Similar to a book

With pages turned

Forthright and knowledgeable

Of things learned

Resembling notes of a song

With sweet lullabies

Life mimics music

With incredible lows and highs

Age creeps in

Diminishes our might

But provides such wisdom

With greater insight

Ask me my fate

No one can tell

Life’s best recipe

To be robust and well

As I grow older

Life takes shape

Creating memories

And a scenic landscape

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