NaPoWriMo Day 9 Results

Getting Old
by T J Therien
 
And so another morning breaks
Another day Time will whittle
Every joint in the body aches
There’s no reprise, no acquittal
The skin thins and bone grows brittle
Arteries clog, the breath shallows
On the slow march to the gallows
On the turning of dusty page
The sun sets on dusky hallows
Everyone must acquiesce to age

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