Slowly creeping into my eyes, turning them down.
Time’s weight wrinkles my youthful shine.
I didn’t see it happen, I didn’t know or care.
Until I looked in a young man’s eyes and saw an old man there.

I didn’t feel it coming.
In fact, I feel quite the same!
What is age really?
A word, or just a name?

I look into my father’s eyes,
And he seems old to me.
Does he look into another’s,
For their age to see?

When does youth become a thing that we feel must be chased?
Who started this event, this competition, this race?

This time is mine, not yours to take with your soulful glances into my eyes.
I like these wrinkles! They are youth, with experience!


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