Age is just a number
He says she’s growing older,
And they say so,
Inevitably so are the speakers,
Age is just a number,
You can do wonders,
As long as you’re wide awake
From the deepest slumber.
Does it even matter what they say?
If all your senses can help you
In achieving your life’s purpose,
There’s no point counting your days
In the form of age in years
Don’t forget, you are drawn closer
To your deathbed with the
Passage of each day.
You can’t stop from growing old,
From letting your age run,
How does it matter what they say?
Aren’t those taunts serving as
Reminders to love yourself a little
more,
No matter how old you’ve turned up,
As if for men, their age reverses
with years.
If sixteen was sweet for them,
So is turning forty, for you,
Or even sixty, for that matter,
With each decade, you’ll discover,
A newer and wiser version of you,
Facing the world with years of
experience
And audacity which you might feel,
Within you, that never existed
before.
Age is just a number,
Number of years of your presence;
mortal,
An amalgamation of varied experiences
gathered,
Over different situations or
circumstances,
And you’ve seen and felt it all,
Not letting your age run isn’t in
your control,
Until the day when that
Number will just linger.
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Swati Sarangi
13.02.2024
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