I feel old,
with each day,
that goes away,
another white hair
it’s added to the collection
around my temples.
I feel old,
and time doesn’t seem to stop.
I clench my fist trying to stop the sand,
but it drains between my fingers,
the more I struggle,
the faster it goes.
I feel old,
and from the stories I’ve been told,
time should make everything easier,
but I’ve discovered that’s a lie.
Time make everything harder.
The more you know, the less you understand.
The more you grow, the little you feel.
I feel old,
with every turn of the clock.
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