In reverse I seem to go,

Aging against the common flow.

While time moves forward,

My age is lowered,

As to why I do not know.

The hair of those around me is gray,

And on their faces creases run.

Yet the gray in mine goes the other way,

And the creases become undone.

Life’s journey takes others,

To a single destination.

But it takes me,

In the opposite direction.

What can I do,

When it is the womb I move to?

I watch others grow old,

While I become young and bold,

As to why I do not know.