No fear of old age—a poem
Many people say they fear old age, not death or dying. But my role model is the woman who wasn't afraid. This poem danced off the page.
How To Be Old
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Life is long and you're getting older. It's weird, and not just in a bad way. An old poet talks about the ups and downs of life so far, and wonders about well-being in old age. You too may find that old age is unexpected, ever-changing, and in some ways strangely satisfying.
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