How Old Am I?
In the time scale you count time
by I am already two score and nine.
For me still the teenager skipping
back forth across flickering time.
To God still his seeing child smiling
back at my heavenly father sublime.
Conceptual powers sudden revelations
multiplicity instability in soul chime.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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