Aches n' pains
All shapes n' stains
Written in the age of the bone that fades
All the same, beauty remains in the song of the sages
Meanings n' feelings change
While amnesia n' numbness of limbs rage
Vision n' hearing's off range
All the same, wisdom now occupies top stage
Well, it's all in the passage of time
That the young'll also lose their prime
Be patient with the old; none remains sublime
All the same, this's but jus' pastime
5 February 2022
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