Old age

On the mirror which is a measure of age
Man finds a strain of life, in decay
Silver highlights and wrinkle cracks
Muscle-bulked chambers and plaque-cramped lobes
Age after all is the unconquerable
The one event undomesticated by thought
And empirical deed

And when man retreats
Back to his spoon-fed diaper age
His still impulsive heart will glance
Through a memory chasm
To see a snapshot
Of the glory of summer

And in that fondness
Call it nostalgia or sentimentality
He will find the music for his final dance
And when the beat arrests
So does the passage of pneuma
As the pendulum of life
Embraces her stillness

And the soul is the only survivor.

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