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Oh, Age, my wise counselor,
My faithful friend, my ally
From the moment, I was born at that specific year
You and I inseparable have remained throughout space and time
Holding always hands as years were parading before our 
Very eyes.

Never were we separated,
Although when young, eager was I to advance faster ahead  
And when older I grew, I wished to linger a little bit behind
However,
You, my wise adviser, ceaselessly, were unyielding  
Advising me by your side to stay at all time   
For
Only by doing so, you told me, happy I would be,
If in harmony with you I proceed and at the proper pace
In that way, you declared, I could see and learn to appreciate
The things as they really are and not as they appear to be at  
Any given instant.

Thus

Together through an impressive string of stunning transformations went:
At first, we were young and fresh, daring and provoking,
Also inquisitive and challenging we were, energetic and resourceful
So
The pick of our vigor we soon reached and succeeded in
Celebrating life.

The years though started passing faster than before, and
The mood, eventually did change: 
Thus more cautious we became,
Less daring, 
Less challenging, 
Less energetic, and less eager
But
Always interested we were to see what towards us
Was coming.
 
One day gray hair appeared that soon turned into white
And shortly after wrinkles started to be apparent
But
You and I, my friend, clinched we were to one-another so
Never let each other’s hand
For
All these years I have learned to trust you, your
Wisdom and your judgment
Because
You never stopped to amaze me, you never ceased new lessons 
To provide
So
I grew up and fell in love with whatever I was doing.

Till my last moment, I know very well, that you will not
Let me down
For
Your faces are innumerable, your teaching is unending 
The rewards you have offered me so far, and those to me you still
Intend to offer, no matter how old I come to be, all of them are
Precious, blessed, and all divine.  

Now that life’s road I see is coming to an ending
I would like, from the bottom of my heart, to thank you, oh age,
For holding, firmly, my hand for a number of blessed decades  
Cause
I know that such a chance, to a lot of my friends, was 
Never to them presented.

For all these reasons, Age my adoring friend, from me
You will never hear complaints
For 
I have come to know so well that as long as I keep getting old
Able I would be, alive to remain,  
Thus
How could I not grateful be to you, my generous
Loving Age?








© Demetrios Trifiatis
    23 June 2021
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