it will be nice when i am old
and filled with the words of ten thousand books
and all the sounds of other languages
and wisdom deeper than love and stronger than vodka.
it will be nice to see my face
with the lines of joy and the lines of despair
and all the stories hidden in my eyes
and all the secrets waiting and quiet in my mouth.
my body will be full of scars
and my heart will be full of scars
and i will love them all because they are me
and they have taught me better than textbooks and teachers.
i will smile and close my wrinkled eyes
and i will regret nothing
because i am and will have been so lucky.
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