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I am not older, I merely
grew tired of the appearance
of endless beauty

I work under the conceit
of sore knees,
wrinkled youth and duty

You believe these apply to others
certainly not you
your hesitation certain doom

Come to me when truth can
refuse your particular disability
while you are discovering

Death has no separate rooms,
only the inevitability you ignore
or later tell yourself you choose

©Dean Baker

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