On Ageing, Death and such…

Wrote this one to cheer up a friend. Don’t know what to call it yet.

Do you age as you grow
or do you grow as you age?
Don’t ask me
it’s not in my page.

I started with death
and am ageing toward life
I am so many years younger
than I was at five.

You are so good with numbers
Tell my age, will you?
It’s not just polite
but a compliment too.

Don’t break your song,
or think you are old
I once was the same
or so I’ve been told.

I had it in my bag
Here, take some hope
Don’t fear for me,
I always bring more.

I am joy,I am wonder
I am carefree too
I have defeated already
that which frightens you.

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