BORN OLD

  

I was born old,

but am growing younger

with the passing years.

 

One day I’ll awake

as a child, and put away

all adulterated things.

 

I’ll run out in the fields

and frolic with the butterflies,

like a calf who knows

 

that as he grows younger,

he grows away

from his slaughterhouse fate.

 

I was born old,

but am growing younger

with the passing years.

 

So watch me now:

One day I’ll curl up

with a wink, and disappear.