As my elder years close in around me,
I find myself blest with a comprehension
of some of life's mysteries that have
eluded me in the past. It has been said that
as the beauty of youth fades, an understanding
of all things comes about with age. Is this a
promise, perhaps that all shall be revealed
before the end? Or does one simply come to
a place of acceptance in the end?
not knowing plagues me
but does it really matter
am learning patience
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