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SIGNS OF AGING

We’re like trees
…and their leaves
We are beautiful until we’re not
When the yellowish tinge gets our slot
We look at the swaying vibrancy of the young
The respectable names hit us like beautiful insults
“Auntie, Madam, Ma
Uncle, Mister, Pa”
The respectful manners fall on us like lovely assaults
Being offered seats when busses are full
Being offered help when your muscles are in the pull
Talking joints help us not
We’re mostly in weird situations caught
It sure is a blessed-scare
Knowing not all are able to get there
…but feeling changing-looks is so unfair
I am here
Here, where everything seems confusing
But there’s no button of refusing
…this phase so unfair
These are the signs of aging
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, © February 5, 2026.

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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