With each yesterday,
To have lived witness come...
Brighten to glow,
Into a slow colorful sunset.
Beautiful.
Fading away,
To take 'that' yesterday.
Few not so grateful,
Would pay attention to know...
With each yesterday reminisced,
Those tomorrows...
To have had to live,
As gifts to get...
Become more appreciated,
When noticed are the stages...
Coming to go as we grow older,
Accepting the phases of age.
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