Adding · a poem about age
June 4, 2025 — Written on my phone notes while descending a flight of stairs, after scrolling yet another Instagram reel of someone lamenting on old they felt ‘cause the “kids” these days born in the 00’s are full-on adults now, and yes, admittedly I should probably have been paying better attention to the stairs
Why do we seem so baffled
by the passage of time?
We look to the future with fear
Amazed when the kids grow up
As if it was not inevitable
As if their growth depletes us
To be aged is to have grown
As if their growth takes away their youth, their life, takes away ours too
No, it only adds.
This is the nature of time.
Starting from zero
Adding, adding, adding.
This addition is what gives us
Our multitudes.
