Patience

When I am silver-gray
a softness in my skin
steps closer together
what will I know then?

Is it the names of flowers
in the Latin terms
like all old people know
and point to on sunny days?

Is it thinking back on youth
and instead of a cringe
a gentle smile forms
a chuckle from within?

Is it an energy of peace
a waiting to be called
tasting in each breath
not running away at all?

I want to know the wisdom
that is said to come with age
For it would be a relief
to be a youthful sage.

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