Wojciech F. Zlomek - Constant Times of Day - Evening

OLD AGE

Old age goes slowly.
With small steps.
To not get there too soon.
And it's ashamed of it.
And so it carries
its head lowered.
Afraid of itself
it takes the defenseless posture
of an embryo.
And loses sight.
To not see itself
and further still.

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