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The Vanishing
As we age:
A day seens like an hour.
A week like a day.
A year like a month.
A decade like a year.
It goes that fast
Why bother to fear.
The certainty is
We all disappear.
It starts around 40
The Vanishing
Hair goes.
Hearing goes.
Sight goes.
Muscle tone goes.
Flexibility goes.
Memory goes ( but not fast enough)
Go to a nightclub and see how transparent you've become.
Still
I've seen a sunrise
Tasted a pancake
Slept in a cosy bed
Suffered physical and mental pain
Many of us only get the last of the aforementioned.
And yet
And yet
To disappear means I must have lived.
Published 31st Dec 2024
Author's Note
Reflections of another year that vanished.
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