Growing Humble

I’ve heard it takes some courage to grow old.
That notion seems as weak and frail to me
as letting decades pass with uncontrolled
attention to one’s flexibility.
The quality unmentioned should be told:
this aging teaches me humility.
I keep forgetting – how I used to move
was then, and now with shock my years reprove.

(Ottava Rima)

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