The Truth About Aging
Boy looks six, Girl looks four,
I was once six, I was once four,
Young and fresh and not a bore,
All of us were once before,
Unless we find the fountain of youth,
There is none, but one truth,
Once I was hot, now I have to thaw,
I can't escape the Aging Law.
Copyright Philo Yan August 29,2012
poem by Philo Yan
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