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ageing

What is it like to be facing the fact that ageing is unstoppable?
How can we fight against it?
Why do we try to stop it at all?
My poem-like rhyme is a short pondering about this phenomenon...in Hungarian. 
Can you translate it into English or any other languages?

színjátszás

another poem with some guitar pluckings... ;-)

a poem with music by me

One of my poems with my guitar pluckings.
Enjoy it in Hungarian.
Best, 
Gerti