Childhood slipping, youth wasting
First fruits of decay, tasting

Adolescence waving, maturity calling
Time doing its duty, unstalling

Death to birth, we wish, we cry
But age to age, we live to die

Age
Irrelevance in some numerals
Our inevitable funerals
Where they’ll lead us, no one knows

Doubts brewing, questions asking
Dreams unmasked and unmasking

Future unnerving, past regressing
Present unknowing, unknown, obsessing

Birth to death, our constant state
Tragic irony, we celebrate

23
Numbers etched in my chronograph
My only earned status: riffraff
At time and fate and death, I laugh