Confidence we hope for, Wisdom we dream of, Peace we aspire to.
Grey hair we plan for, Aches we despair of, Loss we fear. Too short, too long. Wished away, and held close. Look forward, look back. Memories fade, and crystallise. Age, a time to measure, and a legacy to leave. Age, a number to count, and a life to live.
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