Time

light has left my eyes,
what was once
a clear blue
has begun to fade to gray;
a firmer gray
litters the beard,
while silver threads
have twisted their way
through my hair,
Time has shown its signs;

there are more dull aches,
more insistent pains,
a constant inventory
of internal nicks
reminding of Time's steady march;

I've never felt better,
never been clearer of mind,
or more vibrant
in my thoughts,
wisdom being the benefit
of having experienced
the passage of Time
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