Can’t Wait to Be Old

Two women
Walk hand in hand
Weathered faces, gray hair
Shuffled steps
Silent comfort of friends
In the hospital hall
Remember such moments

Pass them with young legs
Youth is beauty
Everything before
All excitement and glory
The world for the taking

How great to be old
To see time
Stretched behind you
Life’s meaning known
In those moments
Your world created
Held in wrinkled hands
All your own

“Yes, I was there. I did that.”


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