That which I had done and 'use' to do,
Had long been replaced...
By a maturity I have embraced.
And glad I am to not have been the one,
Chasing those yesterdays refusing to 'grey'...
To grieve over in denial an aging that comes.
With a leaving that which I once did to do done,
As part of a process I have adapted to when I knew...
Growing older to find what I did when I had been younger,
May not have been that foolish in the doing, I thought!
But obstacles to face with no escape,
Kept me focused without excuses to make.
Although the repetitiveness of them attempted 'then',
Began to lose my interest and patience to remain tolerant.
And admitting this did provide the comfort of my acceptance,
To age and love the experiences of living life in the present...
With a doing to make the adventure of this gift called 'life',
An exciting exploration I am blessed to have been given.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good explanation, Lawrence