inside
i am
5, 12, 16, 22, 35, 41, 54
but
these words
are

ageless

they remain
unchanged
and i
i contain
just a few more
each year
while
the façade fades
a little
and the driver
recedes
to ponder
the day
when he becomes
Prometheus unbound
returning
to the words
that have
been
constant
like an anchor
fixed
to horizon’s harbour
pulling me
forward
forever