AGEING
Ageing of the self,
easy to deny,
even when the hair begins to thin,
easy to ignore
this companion of a lifetime,
born when we took our second breath,
until things fall apart in profusion
and then the mind can crawl
under the covers
with this cascade of crumbling
or can recognize it
as no more than a downbeat
in nature’s ninth symphony,
invitation to adagio,
evolution and revolution,
circle and circumference,
crescendo to the grand finale.
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