What is Age?
A cage for the body,
And for the Mind?
Something you don't want to face,
Something you don't want to find.
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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