2am

Each night at precisely 2am
I rise up from my bed,
and walk to the bathroom.
I splash some water on my face,
and I look in the mirror.
I'm growing old.
I was once impatient with growing old.

The longer I stare, the more I wonder
when I am truly old,
old enough to mask my fragility 
with wisdom,
if the gods will be kind 
to my memory.

I haven't forgotten those
who stood before me
when I was a boy.
I haven't forgotten
what time has done to them.
I wonder if they've
forgotten me.

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