*Illustration reference:
From the book, Advanced Style: Older & Wiser,
photographer Ari Seth Cohen
There is no hardship in us aging
As our body’s end is staging
Tis the way that all things go
Yet are we grateful it seems slow?
Or does it come like sudden storm
From nowhere without bare a warn
It seems that one day when we wake
There’s sudden pain in steps we take
There’s wrinkles where there once were none
And pastimes we enjoyed lack fun
One look in mirror has us gasp
And suddenly at time we grasp
For often squandered, precious years
We fly through life, we live in fear
Of never doing all we can
Waste energy for upper hand
Yet when we’re faced with looming end
We find the thought of it won’t send
Us into stew of futile grief
Instead we’re washed with some relief
That life is full of meaning still
It does not end when o’er that hill
In youth we trudged to get to top
To decline fast without a stop!
No do not hand me load of crap
And do not think my day has wrapped
I’ll wear my aging self with honour
Won’t be dismissed like I’m a goner
I do not doubt my exit grand
When hourglass runs out of sand
And all good things shall come to pass
Till then I’ll make those good times last!
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