they say

they say
we lose parts of us,
the skin,
the hair,
the essence of our
life,
each breath
one less to be taken.
our cells
evaporating,
our memory going soft
and vague
inside the folds
of grey.
they say
a lot of things like this
to scare us.
to make
us tremble about
old age
and death.
to hell with them.