Make the experience a walking stick,
Firmly to the walking stick, stick.
The grey hair is a crown
Not meant to bring down;
It is an elevation, as the clouds
high above are grey.
As the sage, taste like pure sage,
and when you pray.
Do so with a tangy tongue,
Lest your words get hung
In derision of the unruled young;
As you once were an unruly young.
You are a beacon,
the lighthouse tower.
Age is a divine privilege,
it's your power.
Use it wisely before
you are utterly used.
Age increases, time can't
has it reduced?
If your ears hear without tear or fear,
Then indeed, you've aged, in the clear.
William Warigon, Nigeria
I INVITE YOU TO LOVE, SMILE
I invite you to love, smile
to dream, to feel and believe.
I invite you to believe
that anything is possible to think
that there are palpable dreams
and illusions
that conform to our souls.
To be able to defend
your way of being,
acting, thinking, no matter if others
don't understand or don't like it.
I invite you to get excited
with the moon, smile at the rain
and wink at the sun,
play hide and seek with its shadow, blow a kiss in the air
knowing someone will pick it up.
Anyway, I invite you to be happy.
Lilliana Christiansen, Peru
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