Ageless Ends
We wish for youth
We wish for getting younger
And to our dismay
You see the prison
You get locked in
By the great laws
Of society
We wish to be an elder
To get older
And then by our disappointment
You are held in shackles
By understanding
The price of living
in this money driven world
Now the youth
Is believed to be
that they
are elderly
Not realising
The cost of deterioration
You possess
When growing
Age is the number
And stories can hold it
But only for how long
that's the question
Even the immortals
Has mortality
It take a breath
And you then just see dust
of what once was there
Like a rope
How far will it go
Copyright © Qhurame Calliope | Year Posted 2020
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