age

You bastard,  age

You hide inside 

And bide your time

showing up to turn the page

You bastard time

You sneak on psst

You stealthy beast

Mocking malificent mime
You bastard decay
Foisting decrepitude 

Like a tattered flag

You always get your way

You bastard thought

Of loss,  regret and error

Swirling like a shark

Toothy reminders of what one hath wrought

                Roy Batty’s Speech

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