Treasure Island

Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza


Aging


Slowly one by one, am losing them
Soon, there won’t even be any left for chewing

Quickly, seasons are fading away
I just wonder if there is a thing that I will leave behind

I can’t even do my make ups as before
They do not just make any difference

My skin so wrinkled, it has lost the fluids
I envy the insects that molt

I can’t stand in front of the mirror for long
What I see tells me that am aging

What remains is a little time for me
The only time to leave a mark

For sooner, am going to reach the setting of my life

Submitted: Friday, October 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (10/4/2013 6:17:00 AM)

    setting of life, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment
    Especially read my poem'family members'and vote
    Link-www.poemhunter.com/contest-vote/family-members/ (Report) Reply

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