the privilege it’s easy to lament— stiffness, aching, less energy, slower mind but the privilege of growing old outweighs decline I choose that view fifty years ago, when my conditions grew hard, life revealed a clearing— small close-by joys lilt of birdsong, plant nudging through pavement, a child’s chuckle, old song on the radio
the privilege
the privilege it’s easy to lament— stiffness, aching, less energy, slower mind but the privilege of growing old outweighs decline I choose that view fifty years ago, when my conditions grew hard, life revealed a clearing— small close-by joys lilt of birdsong, plant nudging through pavement, a child’s chuckle, old song on the radio