by Amira Fernandez<\/p>\n
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Where does old age live?<\/strong><\/p>\n Is it inside of us already Or is it outside of us Is old age a violent subject What if when you\u2019re 55 Maybe And sometimes, some days, Then, backaches and graying <\/p>\n
\nwaiting to emerge from our unknown depths
\nand seize us by the organs
\ndampening their function
\ngiving us an omen
\nof our numbered days?<\/p>\n
\nin our food and drink
\naccumulating like poison in our liver
\nuntil it spills out and spoils everything around it
\nwrinkling and priming our body
\nfor rot and decay?<\/p>\n
\nThat pounces out from behind our dreams
\nand grabs us by the skin
\npulling it loose from our muscles
\nthen chomping on our melanin
\nleaving our hair white?<\/p>\n
\nYou still feel 25?
\nWhat do you do then?
\nWhere has old age gone?<\/p>\n
\nit\u2019s just a visitor
\nthat keeps its baggage
\ninside our hearts<\/p>\n
\nit opens the door and steps out
\nGiving the illusion that perhaps,
\nthere is still enough time<\/p>\n
\nremind us that youth is, indeed, long gone
\nAnd all we have left is to wait
\nFor something
\nFor anything
\nto happen<\/p>\n
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