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LIFELONG PROCESS
You may call it a number
Etched in stone at a cemetery
Way before you’re gone.
Some think it is a state of mind –
Imagining yourself preternaturally young
But it is neither.
Rather a lifelong process
Of maintaining health, dignity and clarity
Balancing all of existence
Making the best of all circumstances
Breathing fully and completely
With compassion for all
Not just those close
Purchase extra years
At the store of commitment
Where you can improve your odds
With correct investments
Diet, exercise, rest, purpose
Kindness and truthfulness in balance
Neither circumspect or confrontational
A slice of sun
Peers through gaps in cumulus
Which cloud and obscure truth.
A saint with a stained shirt.
We stumble at times
Pushing ourselves past the roadblocks
Out into the world we seek to see
Where it requires a personality –
One willing to express these complexities
Without self-deception.
So age is a number
And not a measure of life
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