Reminding me that this
existence is temporary
that like those who got
old before me
I too will get old
that even if nanobots
impregnate me with
interminal youth
there will always be an
old goat inside me
that bleats and whinnies
as the world spins around
and occasionally,
I get observed by some kids
on a train ride
God forbid
they put me in a petting zoo
unless there is lots of fresh grass
to chew on
I get older
I come closer to death
I start to smell funny
I look in the mirror
preen, groom, and shave
it occurs to me
my hoofs look strange
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