92/365: I Will Not Grow Old

I will not grow old.
It is an honest fact,
or at least it is tonight
while I lie here on the bed,
open as an autopsy.
I am a child,
bright and shiny scrubbed clean.
I am a copper penny
glowing under the moon.
I am an old thing new.

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93/365: I Am Five

Fast Man