The secondary xylem bullies brother phloem
and the lamp made of cambium
That lives off of oils tagged with the seasons
That in springs makes spring wood
And in winter the autumn one
That hump each other into concentric circles called annual rings
That tells the age of trees
So I wonder, a mechanism similar to that of the trees must exist in us too,
What are our annual rings?
Are they the wrinkles that
Supposedly show age, and ads of removal of which plagues the ventilated idiot box
Or are they wisdom,
Fished with the hook of experiences and a bait salted with sanity- or insanity- maybe the dye of undyed hair,
Snowy towards the end
And black hugs the start
The answer is not found above, the postulates false, age is just a number...
Is it?
~Ajay
8/11/17