Older than yesterday

it’s only another day

gone by,

only a moment lived more

than before,

only a number to date my

body,

only another breath exhaled

to die.

 

or is it?

 

i feel older than

yesterday,

and younger than

tomorrow.

this age with the seasons,

of love,

and of sorrow…

will wan, would wax, and make way

through my skin

the infantile tender, the youth

and the wrinkled, the hollow.

 

how doth the time reveal

what muse was heavier on

mind’s brow of thought..

from the delight of a trinket,

to the fervor of first love.

to the failure, come to break,

and to the calling from above…

 

how doth skin comply

to ravages of a journey,

from the toddling steps,

to the cries of a tumbled one,

to the merry gait of girlhood,

to the rocking chair in the sun…

 

it is but another day gone by,

another verse written,

to lie midst many to unfold,

another year bidden,

another story never told…

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P.S. : I turned 18 today… 😀