Grey hair can be dyed,
but wrinkles can't be wiped.
You'll walk more slowly,
And you'll grow old surely.
The mind might be sharp,
but the eyes lose their spark.
Eat, repeat, eat, repeat-mostly purely,
And you'll grow old surely.
Sleep will be rare,
loved ones may care.
But the body rots, essentially,
And you'll grow old surely
In the end, look at your grey hair,
accept as you are there.
With the blink of an eye,
You'll grow old surely.
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Author:
yellow moon (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Surely tis true and you put it well. Nicely done
Suppose you at the high school end of the life cycle leave my end alone and focus on the world around you?
Everyone's getting older by the minute, I don't mean to target anyone in particular. Many young people die young. I believe that acceptance of things one can't control is the highest level of maturity, because at the end, it is what it is.
Well if you have some experience of the deaths of young people, then write about it. Young people were not a subject of your post. If you want to write (and ‘Poetry’ is one of many forms available to you) and your subject is humankind then stick within your own experience, at least until you reach mental maturity which for a human with normal development, an age of 25 or so.
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