70 Poem by Edmundo Farolan
70
It's reaching that stage that's neither old age nor old
Just feeling mellow
No longer anguished by the thought of aging
But rather accepting
That like flowers we bloom
Then wither
Neither sad nor happy
But accepting life
And the notion of death.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
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