when eyes are still limpid pools
but skin around them crinkles
lines are experiential
don’t call them wrinkles
when brushing silver strands
from the mink coat
is a status symbol
don’t let silly numbers
sink your magnificent boat
be happy you are still afloat
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Beautifully written and a beautiful celebration about aging gracefully.
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Thank you so much, Maria!
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Wise and empathetic words, Reena! ❤
Much love,
David
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Thank you so much, David!
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Very candid and clear, thanks.
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Thank you, JM!
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Very good take Reena
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Glad you liked it.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Enjoyable uplifting poem, Reena! My favorite part (because I relate most to it): ” lines are experiential
/ don’t call them wrinkles”
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Thank you 😀
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Age is just a number… until at last you leave.
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And one shouldn’t be afraid of leaving. It adds to the quality of life.
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Don’t let silly numbers sink your magnificent boat, great line.
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Thank you so much, Diana!
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❤️😀
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Yes indeed.
Much💛love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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