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.