And, since the last inspection,
Time’s ravages have raged,
So, glimpsing my reflection,
I notice that I’ve aged.

My hair is that much whiter;
My skin is that less taut;
I’m like some battered fighter
Whose fights have long been fought.

Yet, turning my attention
Away from things that fall,
I find a whole dimension
Which hasn’t aged at all.

My consciousness is still as fresh
As when it turned up in my flesh.

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