Age, I mind.
time’s creeping certainty,
though sun’s ever rising;
the moon the night rules,
immortal deities.
I am mortal.
My eyes fail,
ears hear less;
skin roughens,
and mind dullens.
Yet, I mind.
Today, I’s alive,
morning sun my skin warms,
tree shadows a welcome shade,
my earth- my world
bathed in light.
I’s alive,
and that,
that I mind.
©GayUganda
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