Ageing

I could be more vain and dye my hair

hide the silver curls

disguise my old age with artifice

but I’d still be old

everyone can tell

as they study the cracks in my brain

that time has not been my friend

without is like within it seems

one day I’ll be ancient

if the child inside has not escaped

the crevices will be full of memories

mismatched and dishevelled

 

copyright April 2016

 

 

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