Ageless
One has a body that defines age
It's there performing until turning
the last page
However it's subject just as are all
life forms
To times' ravages which then become
the norms
The body is the container for its driving
machine
It's the mind of course what else would
that mean
The mirror reveals a time-aged exterior
But a working mind is proof of an ageless
interior
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2016
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