I was born with it.
At age 10, I didn't know what it even was.
At age 20, I was on a quest to search for it.
At age 30, I had it but didn't know it.
At age 40, I was too busy to be worried about it.
At age 50, I began to wonder if I still had it.
At age 60, I realized there was more to life besides it.
At age 70, I started to reminisce about it.
At age 80, I could care less about it.
At age 90, I completely lost it.
At age 100, I forgot what it even was.
At death, I couldn't take it with me.
What is it?
©2012 Debbie Ballard
(Picture credit: The Life and Age of Woman, Currier & Ives, 1850)
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