Aug 8, 2020
Aging Away
Effortless, yet painful?
From tiny tender toes to grey-nailed dry feet,
From big ball eyes to wrinkled blinks,
From a prominent rising and falling chest to ever crouching shoulders,
And from a heart-warming palm grip to pale and heavy hands
What does it mean to age?
Celebrating youth because we know it’s not ours to keep,
Wandering frivolously because we know we’re going to die like all others,
Capturing moments even though we know these captures will die too,
Constantly striving to create a legacy; just to convince ourselves that maybe, the end won’t be all blue
Maybe age is not just a number.
They say you never lose the innocence you’re born with.
That it lives, somewhere in an unnoticed corner in your heart
Maybe it’s when you put your innocence in that corner that you age.
You age, only to discover that you were so much better as a child
“Nineteen years old”
It turns out that as you keep going round and round the Sun,
You progress. You progress only to get closer to your death.
And no matter how hard you try to reinvent yourself,
You will always end up being more ancient and unfit for “The New”
But still, what does it mean to age?
