The memories are still the same
they never age from what remains
the colours fade to black and grey
then simply seem to fade away

What now I think as I get old
am I not like the memory told
I feel the same and of no age
but in my eyes the colour fades
and will my body spare of thought
begin to fade and leave me nought.

Charles M. Moore

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