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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