Poetry By StarFields


The Age Of Grace


When I grow old,
my hair shall be white
and flowing ...

I shall stand straight
and walk with elegance
and ease, for I have
learned much,
understood much,
and yet I know
that I know nothing.

This delights me
for I also know
that more is still to come
and beyond that more,
still more - indeed,
so much it would make
your heart beat faster,
strong and joyous,
gratitude unbound,
the youngest traveller
of all.


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