I’ve Reached The Age



when
a morning cup of tea
beats bouquets of flowers

when
not having aches
is more valuable than success

when
being invisible on the street
means freedom to roam

when
tears are a gift
not to be feared

when
the dead keep me awake
with hoots of laughter

when
love looks a lot like
loyalty

and when
death, while not yet a friend,
is no longer a stranger.