Noticing mortality and feeling what it means to be
a carcass heading endlessly
with death our truest destiny.
Each breath a gift, each day a boon
Each season passing neath the moon
Each measured hour a treasury
Of moments spent in memory.
With thinning hair and dimming eyes the prizes of this life in passing
Creaking bones and aches amassing, silvered edges, wrinkled skin.
Days becoming ever older, innocence no longer holding
Holding on to inner essence,
knowing where each day begins.
Age aint nothing but a feeling, added to in wrinkled time
Bones becoming ever older, held in place by natures prime.
Muted by mutations witness, aches becoming normals felt
Whitened whiskers, slowing briskness
Playing loose with what was dealt.
Ever young within a heartspace watching as each moment drifts
Creaking realms within a posture
noticing the subtle shifts.
Age aint nothing but a figure rising daily as we breathe
Feeling still an earthly vigour, lest we flatter to deceive.
Age aint nothing but a rising, maturation deep within
Molecules and atoms raising, lending genes to next of kin.
Passing on the lessons learnt and foibles gathered on the path
We journey onwards into ages waiting for its aftermath.
Noticing mortality and feeling what it means to be
a carcass heading endlessly
with death our truest destiny.
Fear not the reaper as we ripen, choose instead to celebrate
Years in passing, full of passion, all is waiting in our fate.
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