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Age (when it found time to begin),

Was like a point, point of a pen.

Later, age becomes a mere word,

Then words “bunched up,” as a full herd.

Soon age is its own paragraph;

(Do “aging” jokes now make you laugh?)

Age, in its swift moving old rage,

At present covers a full page.

Once a period?  Now chapter!

Age keeps growing.  What’s it after?

Age will soon more chapters complete;

On-rolling age knows no defeat.

Shortly, age will own the whole book;

It steals youth like no other crook.

Like a book, long ago loaned, Friend

Lastly come those sad words – “The End.”

          – eab, 7/13/09

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