Middle-Aged, a Poem

Forty-five is half of Ninety.
Here, I find the middle age.
Subtly stalking immortality
And hiding from the passing day,
I creep from bed a little slower,
I work to recall what I meant to say,
But today I know so much more
Than I thought I knew just yesterday.

Photograph by Lucidity Lamb

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