Age is something we all tend to ignore.
No matter how much it dances in front of you,
No matter how many marks it shall leave on your skin,
Or the colours dimmed from your eyes,
The slow intake of breath,
Which seems to become harder and harder to breathe.
The sagging weight on your shoulders,
The hollowness of your limbs.

The fact that life is leaving,
Is hard to grip.
But when that day comes,
When your heart stops pumping,
And your blood ceases to flow,
When all thoughts jumble in to nothing,
Maybe you can stare death in the face,
And smile.

By Siobhan
Date: 22/April/2004