Age of November

A turn around the sun,

The face wrinkles with elderly fun. 

A child will die, 

An adult will awaken. 

A year towards death, 

But I've never been younger. 

A woman rising from the ashes, 

Through the flames of Gaia. 

Age isn't a definition, 

Only a measurement of experience,

Not wisdom. 

An old souls eyes staring into the void, 

As youth does not prevail. 

Age is a cultural appropriation, 

A law prohibition. 

Let me grow my roots, 

Imprint my demeanour into the very soil. 

Humanise me, 

But the other side excites me.