My hands told me first
Deep grooves across my knuckles
That was some time ago
Things become more relative
Time more fleeting
Memories more faded, and
More treasured
My knees are now the tell,
Forcing steps to slow
Those steps now
So treasured
Knowing
I still have a long way to go
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A/N:
On ageing...of course i wrote this at 40, so will probably have a lot more to say on the topic in the coming decades.
-DarthPadre
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