I write in praise of old age
I write in praise of the decades
my life on earth
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my gradual loss of metabolism
the down of the back and in turn the height
the eventual grey hairs
or white
the attempts to dye them frequently
the sag of the mangoes as gravity pulls down
the wrinkles of my eyes and around my mouth
the wrinkle which connects my eyes
presenting itself with every squint
every animated form of confusion
in praise of the weariness of my sight
“i was 22 when i got glasses” my teacher once said
i’m 22 now
old age is gradual but even so its affects are pronounced
old age is felt when you’re graduating
your brother about to begin
but today
I write in praise of old age because one day
i’ll get there
but until then I only feel some of the effects
so today, i’ll write in praise
*This piece has been set to be publicly posted as I finish my last exam of my final year at Sheffield University *
TO GOD BE THE GLORY
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