Old Age
Old age creeps up on human beings suddenly,
or so it seems,
We spend so much time chasing dreams, that
years pass by, and although we feel as teenagers do
in our minds,
Sometimes the aging process can be unkind,
Then one day we notice a tiny wrinkle or a gray
hair and we want to send out alerts everywhere,
We try to shrug the changes off by telling ourselves that
our best years are yet to come,
However, in our hearts we know the early signs of aging were no
hidden surprise, but our games of distraction catches up
with us, illuminating our denial,
creating a longing for the wonder years.
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