Growing Old, A Necessity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Growing Old, A Necessity



Living in a period of grace, thinking of what life used to be
like years ago, wondering at times why we have to grow old,
but in reconsidering it, realizing to be a child forever would
never give enlightenment or maturity.

Nor would we gain insight into ourselves or others, being un-
able to have self-realization or self-confidence, so growing
old seems to be a necessity in the end, for as we age, we get
closer to heaven and God through our souls only.

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