We dissipate into age
disappearing essence and disappearing identity;
The prime is gone andwe can only
regret not relishing in it ealier.
The pictures say it all
You grow old and disintegrate;
No one told you about this in school;
If ony you could turn back te clock.
Hands tremble, legs quiver
under the weight of your frailness;
Your life is at the end;
The end point is only coming closer.
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