It does not happen over night
But in the subtle exchange
Of dark to light
This ageless trade
Of day to day
Brushes childhood,
Then youth,
Then middle-age
Away
Thank God for small mercies,
Time takes its timed rite
To turn us old;
It does not happen
over night
© Janet Martin
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