Written for Fandango’s daily writing prompt: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/08/18/fowc-with-fandango-ancient/

Getting Old

She did not realize 

That once you grow old 

You skin starts to shrivel   

You blood runs too cold. 

You think that your skin 

Could use some bright paint 

They call it getting old 

They call it ancient.  

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