Age creeps up in subtle ways,
Beyond
the wrinkles or the grays,
A
loss of tolerance and spark
And
choosing to stay in the dark
When
new technology appears,
Which
would require switching gears.
A
mind, once sharp, now letting go
Of
things it always used to know.
A
tiredness which settles in
Where
second winds would once begin.
But
mostly knowing, like a curse,
That
things will just keep getting worse.
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