For the second time, I have received requests to reprint this piece of poetry and, now, the post as well. I edited the grammar a bit, as I always do. Since it's the first publication, on 1 October 2015, this post still ranks as my most read, 803 of 828, as of this 1 October 2019 update, and I hadn't realized four years have gone by. I've been noticing that time seems to slip by faster as I get older. But, as I always say, time is nothing more than a human concept. Therefore, as my mother lied to me when she turned 30, I too have decided to stop aging and let our concept of time do as it pleases. But, as I approach 66, I bemoan the fact it took me 35 more years than her, to make this logical decision.
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