The years one lives,
Have a tendency to sneak to creep...
With a speeding up,
To become eventually noticed.
Once one admits,
There is an aging process that exists...
Confirmed to be personally validated.
Caught up in looks and personal appearances,
Gets to be a bit tragic...
For the ones seen demeaning themselves,
With a doing of their best...
To maintain a grip slipping,
From a fading youth pursued out of breath.
And those who have experienced life,
To embrace it gracefully at each and every stage...
Are unafraid to accept this blessing,
We all have been given to express with a gratefulness.
Without tampering with it in attempts,
To alter the presentation of it!
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