A Testament to a Life Well-Lived
In Simpler Words: Getting Older
By Rachel DowPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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When I am old,
My life will count for something.
My wrinkles will tell stories
So my vocal cords don’t have to.
With every creak and crack
Of my aging back
I’ll smile and say
“These old bones don’t work like they used to.”
When I am old,
My life will be a testament to my laugh lines.
My hands will have created
My arms will have served
My feet will have moved
My heart will have loved.
When I am old,
My life will count for something.
I will live my life so loud that
When I am old,
My lips won’t have to tell my stories.
My body will.
About the Creator
Rachel Dow
Learning from life experiences and documenting them along the way. Poetry and connection with others makes my heart sing. All proceeds/gifts that you donate are going towards a mission trip to the Dominican Republic.
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