Age
our great teacher
The years
are our books
Each page
tells a story
That youth
overlooked
Age
the true master
Whose spirit
reclaims
Those things
once but wishes
In dreams
— to ordain
(The New Room: October, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Age the thing that we all have to experience unless we die. A good write my friend.
Thanks again.
Most welcome Kurt
Very reflective and affirmative. Very timely for many, to take the opportunity to reclaim meaning, gradually recognising deeper treasures through the process.
You comment with great insight. Thanks
Most welcome, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Kurt, the older I get, the more I realize how much I still have to learn! 😂 But I've also discovered that wisdom isn't necessarily a matter of age. Sometimes younger people have just as much to teach us as we have to teach them. Life becomes considerably more interesting when we remain willing to learn from one another. A thoughtful read, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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