You inevitable menacing eventuality
You irreversible fading of faculty
Invisibly existing from inception
Locked within the crate of infancy
Overriden, terrified by juvenile
But courageously storming at climax
You resolutely descend at retirement
Pushing to the loathsome derailment
Pretty creatures to deterioration
Your revolting withered achievement
Revealing thy alteration proof
Oh! You formidable lethal unguis
Power beyond the competence of wits
You slight the concealing mask to fix
And defeat the slowing ploy with time
Your dentine tearing all resistant tricks
To wreck the fabric of alluring design
And devow till one’s frail and gaunt
You who strike til one’s totally beaten
You who bite til one’s wholly eaten
Mock and dare me your grip to resist
For each attempt your fang to deepen
Follow the hollow to the depth within
Keep toiling til the entirety is damned.
© Florence Ezekafor
Some young kid called me old when I was 21 and the reality hit me, I’m old, at 21! Yes before a 17 year old girl I was truly old. Since then I’ve tried as much as possible to stick with my age group so that when they call me old, I will know they are the pot that call the kettle black.
We watch ourselves grow older each day, we watch the wrinkles appear at places we don’t want them to. We watch our skins slack and dull off. We try our best to preserve the youth we want – because actually before the people of this world youth is more desirable and we really want our physical appearance to please them.
But no matter how much we try, with keeping fit, cosmetics and eating the right diet, ageing eventually conquers.
When we take drastic measure to limit the ageing process, there is always the unfailing point when ageing turns defiant and uncontrollable – thats exactly the time it hits with its ancestors.
Kindly stay away from battle with ageing – it will win eventually.
Don’t just stay physically fit, take good care of your health as well. Good health is important for graceful ageing.
Love people around you, love yourself.
Don’t be frustrated by old age.
Wishing you all graceful aging.
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