The Life Of Age Poem by Sarah Persson

I may have once been lost and wild,
Though older now, I rest within,
My heart no longer at racing pace,
Neither my body be quite so slim,
Yet here, here I am born
And gain a better use of thoughts,
A natural wave of words I speak,
Profoundly strong where once were weak.

A shadow may be cast aside,
That I may walk with bare feet proud,
Where once I feared the mass of crowd,
Yes now my voice, my voice is loud.

In dark there is still light to see,
And through my age the more I hear,
Grasping leaves off empty branches,
Always more than meets the eye.
A grander scale yet more unique,
Older yes, but not so meek,
No longer pure as once the child
But still I earned this gratified smile.