What is age?
A feeling?
A moment?
A time?

Or what we make it to be?

Is age then perception?
If so whose?
The perception of the mind?
Of others?
Of the world?

What is age?
Held in a breath
Looking upon the sea
Each wave a thing
Onto itself and whole

Yet fleeting
And gone in a blink
The moment passed
The wave forever gone
Unretrievable but in memory

What is age?
As a single drop of water
Realized across the passage of time

And a lifetime
To one beyond our vision
For which an age passes
In a single drop of water

What is age?

If nothing more
Then what me make it to be

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