Let me grow lovely, growing old –
so many fine things do
laces and Ivory and gold
and silks need not be new:
and there is healing in old trees
old streets a glamour hold
why may not I, as well as these
grow lovely, growing old
-Karle Wilson Baker-

We’re all born with the greatest treasures we’ll ever have in life.
One of those treasures is your mind,
another is your heart
Susan Abulhawa, Mornings in Jenin-