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Old And Gray

Most people may not believe when I say

That I want to grow old with hair of silvery gray.

Wrinkles may not make me look fair

But that’s something I really don’t care.

I see wrinkles as proof of the life I’ve lived and the struggles I’ve overcome

Proof I did my best, I didn’t give up, didn’t succumb.

My wrinkly skin would serve as maps of my adventures

And perhaps, as well as my misadventures.

Oh to be old with hair of silvery gray,

To reach that age, is what I pray.

©Maria Michaela

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Forever Young, I Don’t Want To be

The wrinkles on my face prove the beauty of my age
The lines on my face shows the beauty I have seen
and what I have encountered
My white hair shows the intelligence I’ve gain
how I became a sage
My memory is a bit faulty….there’s just so many things
I’ve learned, known and gained
My creaking bones stand witness
to the trials I’ve overcome 
the hurdles and problems I’ve juggled
My age is my trophy, it’s proof of the life I’ve lived
I look forward to growing old
And one day I will look back, regretting nothing
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Gracefully

I want to be wiser when I grow old

The chapters of my life, I will have told

I don’t want to be young forever, what good will that be?

To never mature and learn and be free?

No, that’s not what I want, that’s not what I plan

I’ll do my best to grow old, I know I can

Oh to be old, with wrinkles and gray hair

I couldn’t think of what would look more fair

To be able to reach the age of seventy

That would be a gift of plenty

I want to be like Betty White

Who grows old gracefully, such a shinning light