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I am old enough now

To be immune to fear,

For myself but not for my family,

I am old enough now

That as I search new jobs,

That I won’t get the opportunity

Because others see me as old,

But why should I worry?

It’s their judgement it’s not mine

That they don’t choose and experienced mind,

I just move on and simply write

And although it’s likely it won’t change my life,

It makes me feel like I am leaving behind

Something like a journal of my mind and time.