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6d
Age is but a number,
numbers we carry for life —
like heartbeats in a minute,
or scars from a surgeon’s knife.

Some numbers hold more value:
some count them on a chart;
others count time together,
or the hours they spend apart.

Time is so unforgiving,
each second a grain of sand;
slipping through our fingers,
slipping through our hands.
Gary
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Gary  53/M/UK
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