the light. it's okay.
don't fear
the reaper.
there's no shame
in getting old, to be
that cookie
crumbling in a glass
of milk.
don't resist
the inevitable. embrace
your old age,
be thankful
for the good years,
those
cognitive years,
those years when you
were fleet of foot.
when the world was
your oyster.
don't fight
the last stage,
the dying light.
you can't stop what's
coming.
and sometimes
it's already here.
dear Joe,
it's okay, it's alright.
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