Aging gives an edge,
To be haunted,
By kaleidoscope of events,
A recollection called memories.
Either to be devoured by the void,
Or to be fulfilled and accomplished.
(whatever that means).

Aging gives an edge,
To be numbed,
For every possible pain,
That either imprinted a scar,
Or left with no mark.
To spare a continuous prospect,
A constant survival drive.
Or- All age gives is an edge,
To be paralyzed.
To absorb it all,
And propel with the waves.
(whatever the waves are)

Aging gives an edge,
To be sucked into the observed realm,
The view from the window,
Of the stories, the movies, and the overheard talks,
To be imbibed into the world you see,
When your world is not seen,
Nor heard.
But aging gives an edge,
To find- miraculously- find,
Your own self.
While being one’s true self,
Only means mirroring others.
(Whatever you heard and saw from the windows)

Aging gives an edge,
Either to be haunted and preyed,
Or to become a master of it all!