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Aging WisdomWhen I was a child, I was sort of wild; Doing things my way. But now I have grown, The things now known; Where I have gone astray. Maybe in getting older, I have gotten bolder; Of wisdom what to say. For God with His light, Soundness of His might; And telling me as I pray. For He makes me wise, Seeing through His eyes; Purer as my hair turns gray. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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