this year my hair turned grey
my wrinkles became more prominent,
eyesight became weaker and the fats harder to burn
my forties have arrived with no mercy
ruthlessly reminding me that my time from neverland has long passed, and with it the gloom and dread that I'm getting old
Shangri-la was perhaps only a far fetched dream.
and so, I doused myself with Matcha Latte, I try to be more regular at staying fit, and I sip Ashwaganda tea religiously-
perhaps not to flee ageing, but to embrace it gracefully, in the hope that it will be kinder, softer, gentler to me
this year, I am no longer caught up in the follies of my youth,
they finally left, and along with all that was young, reckless, heedless and thoughtless.
and with that, I tell myself I'll be ok,
a little old-er and maybe a tad wiser-
grey and all.
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