Growing old never seemed so bad.
Sure, I pretend to moan and dread,
My knee buckles and my back knots.
Yet it’s another year of being alive.
Growing old is a privilege,
As another year around the sun
Marks another year of growth.
What else are we here for?
Growing old is a privilege,
Growing old together is a luxury.
Growing old never seemed so bad.
Yet I mourn the years we’ve lost to fate.
Like a new book too precious to read—
Too scared to see how many chapters are left.
But books are never judged by their length,
It’s by the way they change you.
The way they mark themselves into you,
Like wrinkles on skin.
So worry not, take your time with fate.
I’ll pull up a chair, a good book and coffee.
And when you arrive, I’ll have a library—
Of stories to share, wishing you had been there.
I'm turning 30 next year! Im a sappy hopeless romantic but I never really care about turning 30. i think aging is great, and that I believe it's possible to age gracefully. I'm just sad, im aging gracefully alone :(