Growing Old

Poetry
The grace to accept growing old.
Things that I can, 
and things that I could.
The knowing of self in all that I do.
What I am 
And why is it so.
A confidence, won over time,
more now than before.
The strength to say what I think.
And also judge what it will cost.
 But most comes from knowing
when silence will win. 
And a smile is enough 
for almost everything.

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