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Age of maturity

Believe me, I do like my age –
I’ve naught to hide before Creator!
To each his own – I was fated,
To ever keep my youthful ways:
When with excitement glisten eyes,
When you walk light as if you’re dancing,
When young’uns sing you love romances…
I feel the same – why would I cry
Of the delightful age I prize?