The Mysteries Of Body Change We Call Ageing
A sphincter muscle hard to close;
A cataract with eye that clouds;
A bone that changes shape or size;
Dizziness that comes a-reeling;
Much occurring without feeling.
Taste and smell whose disappearance
Is a subtle interference.
Strange, the changes we call ageing;
Silent, constant rearranging.
An ‘I’ that’s always moving, thinking
Even while the rest is shrinking;
Ligament and muscle weaken., –
Up to down, out to in,
All these processes a message.
Yet through messes
We are striving for energies renewable,
Every slowing a refusal
To depart from this fine world;
Creatures large and small.
The smallest cells included;)
Scheduled in specific ways,
Fueled and ruled by chemistry,
Their very selves a mystery
Continued and renewed.
The Mysteries Of Body Change We Call Ageing 6.21.2022 Circling Round Experience; Birth, Death & In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin
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