aging by rupi kaur

 
i often daydream about the woman i’ll be 
when i leave the rush of 
my insecure twenties 
and pick up self-assurance on the way 
i can’t wait to make 
my eighteen-year-old self jealous 
of the hell i raise 
roaring into my thirty and forties 
my soul becoming more potent with age 
at fifty i’ll sit with 
my wrinkles and silver hair 
laughing about the adventures 
we’ve had together 
talking about the countless more 
in the decades ahead 
what a privilege it is 
to grow into the 
finest version of myself 

~ from home body (Simon & Schuster, 2020)
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