Age bequeaths change.
Change gives us life and flesh. In turn, change leads us to shed those gifts, eventually.
I am older than I was, and hopefully younger than I will be. It is the same with you.
White, brown, black, pale, dark, yellow, poor, comfortable, avaricious
Genetically conferred containers, in the flesh, while we are.
Take a moment, take a lifetime, soul etches experience from the inside out
You see my face, I see yours, a book and its cover
Scramble for status, to have and to get—does it really matter?
Horseman, pass by.
Shouldn't...but Do 