Fell over the dog the other night Sitting behind me on the floor, quietly. I had no idea he was there And fell mostly to protect him. The aging protecting the aged Didn't land hard but enough to Bring back the old familiar Reminder of truth and death. Having passed the point where We can be made new again, Each loss is a gain of sorts, A permission to let go and be. Coming to peace with "I can't," Is the greatest gift of aging. In it we learn what was Really important all along.