Aging To Feel Blessed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Aging to feel blessed.
With fewer excuses left to make.
And doing it having no regrets.

I didn't plan it this way.
When younger to think,
My youth would stay.
Until I noticed my hair turning grey.

Aging to feel blessed and peaceful.
When I remember,
Patience was not a virtue I pursued.
Believing old people did that.
Since they had nothing else to do.
But reminisce a past.
Wishing they had did something else.

Me?
I'm still wishing to have dreams come true.
Dreams I have that are fresh and new.
Then I pray to God to ask why.
Why now?
When I have become satisfied.
To do so many things unafraid to try.

Aging to feel blessed.
Has yet given me more rest to get.
It seems I am more curious about life now.
Loving with interest to adventure.
And seldom confessing to express,
Everyday I seek a challenge.
Just to test,
If it's true that aging...
Compares to the best of fine wine.
And who other than myself,
Would I prove that to with it believed.
Since many my age,
Look as if moving is an effort.
And me?
Well...
I have been accused of being too fresh!
You know...
Like one who awaits the scent of morning dew.
And rising long before the Sun comes.
You feel me?