Accept Poem by Jonathan Land

Accept

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With every passing day
I grow
not older
but all the more myself

Does it make me old
accepting what I will be?
Does the young spirit have to be
a sweet treasure of denial?

Accept it, my son,
said God to the man
To look back in regret
is to look forward in fear
for you are never willing to
accept it.

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Jonathan Land

Jonathan Land

Jerusalem, Israel
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