Photo Credit CER © 2019
age is an unknown thing
in silence passes by
begins and ends with a cry
has honey and ‘a sting’
Age is but a shadow dark-
why shadows are always
dark ? as night and day
– it’s all time, at play-
age is but a phase
called child,adult, old,
beauty grace wrinkled
body, bent slow and cold
age is but wisdom,
in metallic sounds, a
a syzygy of time and life
a digital pattern
age is but a state of
mind, manner and matter
‘as old as one thinks’
a gauge of strength’
age is but ‘no age for love’
immune to all seasons
mobility gifted, a graceful cage
of moments measured.
Photo Credit CER © 2019
Age is but beauty even in
withered state, often ‘over
or under’ or right grade,yet
praised or un praised,
all must fade…
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