The gray hair was
making an unceremonious appearance
and the occasional wrinkle
smeared on her face
whenever she smiled
The thoughts were brightened
anger was much in her control
life was deprived of drama
and quip was more sensible
for she was gradually stepping
toward her older being
sure she was growing wise
because of senescence
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Confab With Me 
May we continue to ‘step gradually’ towards senescence – sometimes it feels a rush.
Growing old charm is such a beautiful concept!
Now this one sounds more better to me.
I know – it is easier said than time. Time is a sifting sand from hand
Thanks for your kind read
Haha. I tried three forms. When you come next time you can read it 😊🌸
This is me😄
Aha. You are too far away from this 😊
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Such is the wish of every soul to get old with grace.
I know – thank you so much for reading
Beautifully written. An embrace of wisdom! -Jill
Thanks so much for your kind words. Much humbled
You are most welcome!
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