People grow old --
That's what happens.
Wrinkles tell stories
of joy, pain, and growth;
Hair recedes as wisdom comes
and brashness goes.
Senses fade as a sense of age
turns worries to wonders
and wants to wandered,
But strength stays,
simply transmuted
to another form.
People grow old --
Their stature shrinks;
Their footprints slow;
They refuse to adapt anymore,
but every new day,
Their resilience shows
And their strength,
with them, it grows.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
