My hair keeps growing

as do my finger nails

and the nails upon my toes.

But many years ago

my head attained a certain size

and then stopped growing

as did my hands and feet

and other parts of me.

My heart keeps beating

without my will

and my lungs expand and shrink

and I don’t even have to think

of their activity within me.


These matters are worth a thought or two

and they’re enough to make me marvel.


That’s how my thoughts unravel sometimes

when I take time to meditate upon my fate

and focus on this body I’ve inhabited

for longer than I thought I would.


And I hope to reside in it a little longer.


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