Saturday, June 14, 2014


Another year has passed
Wisdom growing like a garden in spring
Life rubbing off the skin I've out grown
The past not forgotten but left behind
Familiar companions now strangers
A pathway previously seeming impassible now open
Hills are left to climb
Valleys will still be passed through
Each mile marked off reassures the next step
I'm growing older but feeling younger
The frivolous illuminated and found wanting
A solar cycle away from something better
I don't mourn the age
It's a good day for a birthday. 

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