Senescence
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At
the
mercy
of unkind
senescence is he;
his pulchritude has since left his face.
"Don't get old!," he jokingly warns his grandkids sometimes.
Half a century ago, a spry man, now he can't bend down to pick up his cane.
Date written: 03/20/2020
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2020
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