Poetry

Time and Age

When I look around me,
How the world revolves around,
Time flows like the river’s course,
Age is like the trees in the forest,

I look at my skin,
Wrinkled and creased,
My hands thin as sticks,
My gray hair flying in different directions,

My sunken eyes see nothing but dimness,
My ears hear nothing but silence,
My fallen breasts lay flat on my chest,
And age doing its worst to me,

Everything around me changes,
As I too change,
Time is the source of all change,
Age follows behind in its track,

I sit on a stone,
And look back on my life,
How fast she flies,
Leaving only memories and regrets,
In the endless future,
I find my own end.

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