One hundred is a milestone indeed!
Now one knows at least one has lived long.
Even so, life finds much good to read,
Having loved good reading all along.
Underneath the years one still has wonder,
Naked as it was when it was born,
Delighted to be blessed a little longer,
Reluctant to request much of the dawn.
Each year of life's a gift of grace untold.
Do, then, find pleasure rich in growing old.