Purging Cells in Mice Is Found to Combat Aging Ills
Finally
Brows unfurrow as if time is a film playing backwards,
An old grainy color reel
Of your mother as a girl,
Gamboling along a nameless beach
Finally
Cloudy eyes grow clear,
As in a polluted river,
Murky pools dissipate, and crystal water flows unencumbered
Finally
Gray hair to sable
As if in a dream,
Where you are always twenty-one
(Age is suspended in the mind’s timeless eye)
Forever beautiful, your life, always beginning.
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