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You inevitable menacing eventuality

Your irreversible fading of faculty

Invisibly existing from inception

Locked within the crate of infancy

Overridden- terrified by juvenile

But courageously storming at the climax


You resolutely descend at retirement

Pushing to the loathsome derailment

Pretty creatures to deterioration

Your revolting withered achievement

Reveal 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 the alluring design

To devour till one’s frail and gaunt


You who strike till one’s beaten

You who bite till 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 till the entirety is damned.

© Fiez

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Florence Ezekafor View All

I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
Back in 2013, my love for teaching young learners propelled me into picking teaching as a career. I taught English, Maths and Science in the United Arab Emirates where I lived for ten years. Right now, I live in Coal City, a beautiful hilly area of my country Nigeria.
My website Fiez-writer is a product of my extreme desire to share my writing with the world. Here, I share fiction, poems, thoughts and writing tips.
A huge part of my life is spent with my lovely family and I'm a proud mother to three brilliant kids.

16 thoughts on “Ageing Leave a comment

  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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