Poem on Growth

Is there an halftime?
Could you pause for seconds?
Shall i compare thee to time?

My hair,
Beautiful and attractive,
Gives me a joy that can’t leave,
But they fade to grey.

There are two things that fascinates me about you,
Three that i do not understand.
Your prowess is inevitable to man,
You’re a trap set apart for us,
Living things age without them knowing

I wish i could walk forever,
But from my cradle to the sepulcher,
I will return.

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A poet and an economist

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