Life takes on different steps as we grow older - we become somewhat slower with condemnations and decisions having to be made in black and white.
We prefer the color gray - there are too many sides and aspects to every separate story.
Moving forward, upwards, out of sight, we become distinct in our varied personalities.
Not quick anymore to judge or condemn - we gently become mellow, allowing life to become what it will as we walk, observe, listen and be silent to nature and all those around us on our journey throughout the sunset of our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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