There are times that I feel old
Tired, stiff, ready to stop
Though I’m not quite as old
As my bones would have you believe
Sure I could be carbon dated
An accurate figure assigned
As my joints complain
Creaking and cracking
My playful, mischievous mind
Tells you a better truth
Regardless of what the odometer suggests
I’m not as old as my bones imply
Supermassive black hole poetry.
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Great poem!
Thank you!