Wrinkles — skin twinkles.

To age, to ache, there is no brake.

Age, no rage.

Around the last bend, the mind wends toward the end.

To age we turn the page and gaze.

The highest ability won’t hold off senility.

Dotage is a phage; juvenescence is the rage.

Age onstage.

Age knocks off some of life’s oughts.

Age in the direction of sage.

Pubescence, midescence; senescence, tranqescence.

Banish clocks, erase meridians, remove wrinkles — stop not time’s fast, hard marching rot.

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