Aged

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Aged

Last night I aged,
I aged overnight.
without any anger,
without any fright.

Last night I aged,
I aged as I slept.
I dreamed of the road
on which that I stepped.

I road on a path,
that made a career,
I drove the car,
though I couldnt steer.

I could have steered,
the fact is I didnt.
I aged overnight,
I lost every minute.

The reason I aged,
is the same for us all.
Some learn to walk,
some climb and fall.

My face shows the age,
that I aged overnight.
without any anger,
without any fright.


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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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