Today I Am Older Than My Father,
should I meet him in a dream,
in Hades, or Paradise,
he will be the younger man, not I.
It is the hair on my beard that
grows white now, and not his.
All fine by me –it’s a privilege
to have King Priam's white beard.
Lao-Tzu was white-bearded.
Tolstoy, in his heretic old age.
Whitman tending the war-wounded.
Milarepa secluded, mediating in his cave.
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