Old, Is It
These years are
said to be gold, but
if truth be told,
I prefer the silver, brass,
or alloy of any kind.
I do not mind the aging
the years unfold,
I just don't fancy being
considered old,
And old poets do not
die, go to the here-
after. They write
another chapter. then
all things being
equal, they scribble
a sequel.
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