I wrote this poem before I knew my older friend/sister passed away today. RIP Birdy.
Some say it's terrible getting older, since the body breaks down with extreme changes in the mind and soul. But faith, maturity and growth is far more familiar. There must be more exchanges for future events and time can tell the difference of what it represents. Growing older does not come well or easy for some. However, its the only way to reach our Destiny point. So, if you are not a fan of growing older, here is something to ponder -- I leave early and have not met my goal. Or I leave later and my life is complete.
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