The Age of the Age
The world is in rapid change
we turn new corners every day
as age advances time runs
no slowing on the ticking of the clock
hair becomes a soft muted gray
skin once soft and smooth
now forms creases and age spots
the once young muscles begin
to protest with new aches and pains
the feet no longer want to travel distance
the eyes now in need of reading glasses
while the teeth may decide to decay
hands once nimble falter
movement becomes slower
the age-- of age-- has advanced
and the world is in rapid change
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