The Older I Get- Wanja’s Poetry.

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The older I get I find refuge in myself.
The older I get I find joy in a goodnight sleep.
The older I get I understand comfort is a luxury i can’t afford.
The older I get I understand why adulthood is what it is.

The older I get I realize I can’t control the unseen.
The older I get I realize there is a different side of me.
The older I get I realize life is what you make it to be.
The older I get I realize I am in charge of me.

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