Aging
A poem to reflect on faltering body and ego

Hard to believe this body—
which I protected,
from so many dangers,
fed with delicious food,
gave rest to every night—
will fall apart gradually.
Life will cling on,
but the house it lives will
start chipping away,
Very, very scary,
aging is not for the weak.
I am pretty sure.
The ego can’t tolerate
being lesser,
so, all those psychopathy,
we inflict on each other,
and see the strange irony:
here, the ego is trapped
in the brain of a
deteriorating body.
After all this vulnerability—
what's the point of vanity?
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Seema Patel
I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.
I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.
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