© 2024 Iony Smith
I’m just an evolving child, stars so far out reaching for eternity
On the cusp of late adolescence, I’m grasping for identity
Now growing into middle adulthood, holding on to integrity
In my role as an elder, continuing to cultivate sensibility
Whatever age we are or may become,
the constant of this theme seems to be,
no matter how few or many years we breath
how good I treat others will be the measure of me
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