The secondary xylem bullies brother phloem

and the lamp made of cambium

That lives off of oils tagged with the seasons

That in springs makes spring wood

And in winter the autumn one

That hump each other into concentric circles called annual rings

That tells the age of trees

So I wonder, a mechanism similar to that of the trees must exist in us too,

What are our annual rings?

Are they the wrinkles that

Supposedly show age, and ads of removal of which plagues the ventilated idiot box

Or are they wisdom,

Fished with the hook of experiences and a bait salted with sanity- or insanity- maybe the dye of undyed hair,

Snowy towards the end

And black hugs the start

The answer is not found above, the postulates false, age is just a number...

Is it?

~Ajay

8/11/17