Monday, July 21, 2025

On Aging: Poem

 

 On Aging

Do you question

These brown-spot bananas,

The finals hours

Of ripening like fine wine?

You are not aging,

You are ripening

To perfection

And satisfaction.

This is my final answer

To the question,

From the teacher

To a student and learner

About human aging

And growth, and developing

The inevitable and unavoidable.

Let’s call it, science predictable,

Certain and foreseeable.

Tomshinsky@2025

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