You won't hear me knocking <br />But I'm always right by the door. <br />I will elude your sight <br />Behind your back; beneath your jaw. <br />Though for all of my mystique <br />And strange habits one can be sure <br />That even if I take a while, <br />Blessed with cunning wit and guile, <br />I will triumph and own the last straw. <br /> <br />For as much as you resist, <br />Pretend to not care and ignore, <br />The simple fact remains true - <br />I control this enduring score <br />So embrace me; use me, <br />Don't discard me; fear me no more. <br />I won't relent at any stage <br />Because I am what they all call Age - <br />The judge; the jury; the divine law.<br /><br />Jack Growden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/age-60/
