2 Nephi. Chapter 4:12 -- " . . . he waxed old . . . "
I'm changing my estate again, or rather it's changed me --
from the clamor of the world to ripe serenity.
Ambition and agenda are becoming strangers like
they were so long, so long ago when I was just a tyke.
I yet may slip into the fog of senile sterile blank,
but hope to hug the world in joy before that final prank.
The way becomes much clearer as I take it slower now,
as God and I become old friends . . . or cease bickering, anyhow!
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