It reeks of muscle loosening. <br />And clarity lost. <br />It reeks of sorry vanishing. <br />And unknown cost. <br /> <br />Tiny Age Beholder. <br />We Are Getting Older. <br /> <br />We must reek of inevitability. <br />Of gathering moss <br />Reek of time unto inabilty <br />And universal loss <br /> <br />Tiny Age Beholder <br />We All Are Getting Older. <br /> <br />Oh it must be overwhelming <br />To ageless old stone <br />This ever present lingering <br />Stench of old bone. <br /> <br />Tiny Age Eternal. <br />An Ever-Truth Infernal. <br />And Every Time Beholder. <br />Oh We Are Getting Older.<br /><br />Lauren Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grey-hair-the-being-unto-death/
