Poetry

Growing old? 

Like a book left wide open in the middle of a chapter.  

Pages growing ears, 

Paper turning brown, 

Spine cracked, 

Leather beginning to smell like old church candles, 
But in a manner that circumvents convention, becoming more memorable, 

More profound. 

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