What do you see when looking at me? Is it just my old age, or do you see beyond that to the soul of wisdom and knowledge earned over time? Do you wonder what and why I seem to be lost in thought when, in reality, I'm remembering and praying silently, as God is familiar with my voice.
What do you see other than old age that time has brought with it: wrinkles, white hair, and one who listens more than he speaks. Do you see a person with years of teaching and wisdom shared with eager ears?
Old age doesn't come easily, as steps grow slower with the years. Having walked a thousand miles in search of knowledge, I wish to find more.
What do you see before you as you remember me from my younger years, when my steps were fast and my words meant something to all who listened? Do you envision yourself growing old, looking into the mirror, and wondering who that person is? I no longer wonder; I accept it and smile a hidden smile, knowing my life meant something, and the scars show it.
Mike 2025
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