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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.

Do this

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.

Stay cheerful❤

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  1. Your poem reminds me of the poem “The Panic of Growing Older” by Lenrie Peters. Life is an irony though. When a child is born, he is naturally expected to grow. With each passing day, he advances in age and frame. However, as he advances in age, he begins to ‘age’. All of a sudden, it dawns on him that his clock is fast-ticking and then begins to struggle with time. But alas, all he can do is to live well and live right. In the words of Achebe, “the man who has never submitted to anything will eventually submit to his burial mat” .

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