How strange this change,
how odd as life overtakes me.

As my body stops growing taller,
I have become smaller.
As my girth increases,
the me decreases.
The shrink-age
of age.

Life writing me off the page,
to be side-lined,
maligned, destined,
to become nothing,
ashes and dust.
Poor imitation
it must be said,
of the brave youth
once unafraid,
of the ravaging beast
of age.

To be prepared!
it comes to us all I’m told
Just so many stars that
implode, erode and corrode
as time flies in our face,
abandoned in
the growing space,
and shrinking life

a jot shrinking
to a dot
and then

© Dave Kavanagh @

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