Age

I look at the mirror, what do I see there
Inbetween all the brown ones, I spot a grey hair
It looks lost like a sad stray
But when exactly did it turn grey
I keep on staring at my face
And realise with utter disgrace
Not only do I have grey hair
But wrinkles showing everywhere
Oh how old have I become
It feels like time has truly run
My conscience battling it's own war
Death soon knocking on my door
But today is not the day
And I keep Mr. Death at bay
By telling him: Be on your way!

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