DAUGHTERS
I watch my daughters grow more
beautiful
as my face begins to fall.
I see my son grow strong
as I begin to bend.
The sirens blare chased by an ambulance
a sober reminder of what is to come
to poets and tyrants alike.
Everything is in a state of entropy.
Even time is
losing a step.
But the cat never seems to age a day.
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