Ageless wings

My heart is light and hopeful

Like the filling sky with the dawn.

Bees experience knee soreness also

But they fly on.

The heart creates its own wings

Even for the ground bound.

Arthritis has no place,

And Age no sting for those

Who live such short lives,

For those who carry so little lust

Of vengeance within.

I have known a thousand sergeants age,

But I’ve never yet seen a bumblebee die.

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