You’re eight and a day
And you see right away
In the mirror you’re looking at you.
It’s unmistakably true
You’re just as brand new
As last week and all weeks before too.

You’re eighteen and just then
It happened again,
You saw how you look here and now.
You have a tattoo
and the glasses are new
But clearly it’s you through and through.

Then at eighty you see
You were born just to be
A person that years cannot hide.
And you see that the you
Whose hand you still hold
Has a heart which cannot grow old.

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