Everything Ages

Everything ages
Even bricks and mortar-
I was here at the beginning of this neighborhood thirty years ago
When all was fresh and new-
Now there is rust and chipped paint
On buildings that sag in tiredness-

It is not only the people
But the things of the world
Which age and die-

Time will take all
And these stones too will not be here one day.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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