Bodies come and bodies go
yet form is everlasting
as ideas link and grow
a beauty quite surpassing

age or illness, health or youth
is brought to bear as truth
Its character the character of ages
its destiny unfolding in the stages

of spirit's whispers heard
through hand and written word
yet always we will come back to
the character that through and through

is ours - uniquely blessed by time
to age just like the finest wines
savored for its fullness and its taste
a treasure that we musn't waste

in fear of death or slowing down
for within this age is found
the reason and the meaning we are born
into this very mortal form

to live, to grow
to finally know


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