One phenomenon weighs me down: Humans killing humans - It a thing that never ages, Being at the top of sinful wages.
Ebb and tide does not die out, But we too soon glide from this planet When we ought to all live out our days Until the very final phase Of natureβs meaning As was meant in Eden.
Oblivion, as Shakespeare says, Arrives anon. In any case, Soon or late, fate has its voice, The thing we call free choice erased.
Old is old. We cannot scold the unpreventable, Determined and unshakeable, Regimented by laws born In every momentary bubble.
Old is simply to observe. Old is simply to accept. The script all tightly written.
Old Is Old 5.24.2020/7.18.2020 Birth, Death & In Between III; Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin