Sara's Poetry Pages - Sara McDarby

every day     
     I become

more me.
     

Perhaps
        this is not
                 a good thing.

after all,     
      there was
               plenty of me
                          yesterday.


Bodies shrink
        while personalities
              grow
                     out of control.

there was
        plenty of me
                      last week.


Wrinkles deepen
and so do prejudices.
             wisdom
is a myth.

and
       there really was
               more than enough of me
                         a year ago.
 

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