Moya Levy - 0038 Age

Oh. Poemhunter has aged me,
Six months prematurely;
A quick reminder of coming age.

Last year seemed to bring on ageing,
I'd never noticed it before,
I can't seem to kneel for as long,
On the cold or wooden floor.

My skin's not happy with no sleep,
Or my hair with too much drink;

I wonder what comes in these next few years?
Will I continue to obsess,
Over every new wrinkle?
Or will I just accept it,
As laughter lines and an interesting face!

Moya Levy

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