We all age
and that ain't so bad
(if we're not in a damn cage)
in most of our worlds.
It is expected.
It is respected.
Another of life's countless swirls
from dew on every leaf
to ripened fruit.
Pluck me from the tree
and grin. Or maybe just smile.
This is mere prelude:
we are off for another mile.
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