“ Ageing ” ~ a mortal bane ~

The world beholds

A budding mind

Of adolescent bold,

Who soon finds

Psyche in a bind,

Needs mortally face

Youth be replaced,

To thus suffer

That nadir bath

On an ageing path,

The apathetic cold

In mortal bane hold…

 

No one be immune  

To this adverse tune,                                                                    

Of fated waste

Etching ones face,

Hence with resign

Aging so awaits

A fitting celebrate,

Where you may find

Me fashionably late!

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