Forty-eight and feeling somewhat blank.
Just a straight line, no glitches nor ups or downs.
It's just another day, the mind said.
Yes but it used to feel special, the heart replied.
Well another year has passed by, just grow up!
Sure but does it have to be like this?
Once a year one is allowed to receive something festive.
Or is THIS what's growing old feels like?
Expecting nothing. Getting nothing.
Just enjoy what there is,
and realize that special treatments exist only in dreams.
Believe, absorb, enjoy and be grateful.
Learn to accept and forgive, move forward and expect less.
Love whole and offer more.
By then the heart shall be content.
This year, next, until that last long breath.
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