Poem - Who We Are When We Age

Why do we look so different when we're old 
From decades ago and our young self 
And are we our old self 
Or our young self? 
Are we our appearances 
Or are we always our young soul?
Is that who we always are? 
Instead of our young self dieing 
And being replaced by an old self?
I guess I'm just wondering 
And thinking deeper 
On who we truly are 

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