The Gift

The Gift of Growing Old I awoke this morning with a tale to be told, about the legend of life, and the art of growing old. There was a glimpse of hope in the absence of pain, lovers holding hands and dancing in the rain. I felt the intimate alignment of heart and mind, just beyond the realm of what our eyes could find. A complete acceptance of what could be, the meaning of life, if we were just able to see. I felt the joy of my youth, certain passions once felt, the cost of my hand with each card that was dealt. A future of wisdom that I would soon attain; I saw every storm encompassed with pain. I experienced the beginning and bore witness to the end, the acknowledgement of birth and the loss of each friend. A perception of reality that was yet to unfold, I'm thankful for life and the gift of growing old. 3/19/2021 Inner alignment Poetry Contest Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker