T I M E L E S S //
today someone asked you
where your lusty days,
your youthful charm and
your sunlit dreams stay.
tell him not they are gone
for 'tis a shame to say so
for as sand seeps down the hourglass,
you chose not to decay but to grow.
the wrinkles lining on your face
carry stories in their folds
which couldn't be held by
the spines of the books you hold.
your bent back looks to me like
half an hemisphere of the world
where miracles have danced about
and magic has unfurled.
your soft, sagging skin feels like
a fabric with so wild a soul that
its threads loosened themselves whole
to cradle poetry and art in its holes.
your hair has thinned out revealing
all the silvers it has concealed
to show there's youth beyond
the twenties and the thirties.
before they convince you that
your show's over and empty,
ask them to wait for your epilogue,
show how you're beyond than just being twenty.
~ ~ ~
Author's note:
This is for all the people who think aging means decaying, but the truth is aging is growing. Growing into a stronger and more beautiful person. Embrace those silver strands of hair, those wrinkles. Embrace yourself.
Inspired by Rupi Kaur's 'timeless'.
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