What Is Age? Poem by Sandra Feldman

Age is just a number...it's the question I don't want to hear.. How old are you? Next question please :) Something you don't want to face Something you don't want to find.. I agree

Age can be insidious, a source of prejudice and a thief most cruel. No one, least me, seeks it, but it finds you. Whether hiding in fear beneath a boulder or singing in sequins under a spotlight. Some cultures revere it (As it should be) but in the end, it claims its prize.