Aging as an Art, Apart from Expectation

I never grew up behind a white picket fence
But I live behind one now
Many people aspire
To build an empire
But fall with the weight of it
That is what is
To be burdened by what you want
I never lived in the popular neighborhood
I do now
Many people aspire
To be where they’re supposed to be
But there are always heavy expectations
Endured for the entire duration
And many fail to meet criteria
Is it strange
To find the hard, grit of a place welcoming
More so than a white picket fence
Am I peculiar
When I see aged and weathered as beautiful
Is this how I get there

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