The benefits to growing old include
a discount transit pass and Medicare.
But better than both those, I’m now imbued
with new ability to sense my bounds.
I quickly comprehend my attitude;
I know my limits when it comes to love;
and finally, I’m able to conclude
how well or not I feel, and when to spare
my effort, while recovery’s accrued.

(Magic 9)

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