Aging

Dwell less on your heart, its pains and beats,

Your chest and breaths remaining.

Less on the minutes and turning years,

Cut lines down your face unsmiling.

More on the loss of moments to thoughts,

How you seek but never find.

How you age with every departure you make,

One million rotations of your mind.

Until the day you say you’re old

And turn away ashamed.

From all the twinkling evening stars

And bird songs that don’t change.

 

 

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