Every pain you suffer, blunts you a bit,
Though you may or may not acknowledge it,
Time is a great healer, but sometimes it’s too long,
Most often it heals before you are gone,
The aging process blunts you too,
Few things you cant, what you used to do,
The subtle sounds, the faint smell,
A quick joke, you fail to feel
Every pain you suffer ages you a bit,
Though you may or may not acknowledge it,
You grow old anyway by pain or by age,
Is there a better aging, that I can manage,
Pain overcome, aged, blunted and resurrected I stand,
Come love me, taste, I may however bland.
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That's a very nice poem on aging. Accepting the fact makes it easy and your trick of staying young is to stay away from sorrow.