Time
Now is always now.
that now is now gone;
here comes a new now
(and so it goes.)
My Italian Aunt
once told me:
'"Allen, whatever you do,
don't grow old."
She was in her eighties then;
bad back, eyes gone dim,
kidneys in serious lack.
Like a withered tree
she shriveled up
and blew away.
I took her words to wisdom
always knowing that
it can't be done.
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