With age comes wisdom, that is what they say,
And I see truth in that statement every single day.
Though I do not claim to be wise and all-knowing,
I can certainly assert that I’ve been, and am, growing.
When younger I was timid, frightened, and meek,
I felt like an outcast, a weirdo, a freak.
I was scared of my shadow, I hated myself.
My poor self-esteem destroyed my state of mental health.
I struggled to get through to the end of each week,
I could not ever find the ‘inner peace’ we all seek.
But as I’ve gotten older, the passing of the years
Seems to be tempering a lot of my fears.
Life is too short, too fragile to be wasted,
And before I depart, I’d like to know that I’ve tasted
my fill. It’s true that my body is aging,
It aches and it struggles, and often has me raging,
“I wish I was younger, and thinner, and stronger”
But I’m trying not to think like that any longer.
My body has seen me through disease and ill health,
It’s my vehicle through this life, a home for my Self.
It may not be perfect in everyone’s eyes,
(I’ve a wobbly belly, and enormous thighs)
But it’s mine. And I’m still going, though at times life’s been rough.
And with age I’ve now the wisdom to say “I am Enough”.
Prompted by The Erotic Journal Challenge #20: “Aging”