Tuesday, December 9, 2025

Aging: Poem

                                                                             Aging        

                                                                        Aging is a bitch.

Internally we feel the pulse of youth.

Physically, we learn that this is a mirage

And discover the age

With related rage.

Grace, dreams, and work fired by youth.

They never leave and run smoothly.

Humanity is timeless

When you have power to express.

Believe in yourself,

Give me a chance to rest

To obtain vanity and capability.

Energy, joy, and tradition

Like the melody of conviction

Should be activated,

Cherish, and blessed.

Tomshinsky@2025


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