The older I get,
  the shorter the lines become

The older I get,
  more welcome is each morning’s sun

The older I get,
  those words rented are now mine to keep

The older I get,
  dreams follow me out of my sleep

The older I get,
  less rules to impose on the game

The older I get,
  hopes and wishes of youth to reclaim

The older I get,
  new laughter recalls what I missed

The older I get,
  all goodbyes now embrace and dismiss

The older I get,
  what I searched for, my searching became

The older I get
   what’s forgotten—remembered again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)