The Art of Aging

The future seems far away yet linger like a looming cloud

The goblins of adulthood cackle with their ugly yellow teeth

Awaiting your lapse to fall ino the shroud

Falling in eternal doom until eventual death

You know you would rather run back to the arms of youth

Where the flowers bloom and the animals cuddle

Though it breaks my heart to tell you the truth

The art of aging continues to befuddle

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