From Yester to Froster Years
( This poem is inspired by the experience of using AI apps that show younger and older version of ourselves)
The younger me and the older me —
Charm of innocence and talks of wisdom.
Mixed emotions of happiness and wiser me.
Exactly what is true: that which is seen, or that which is heard?
Poles apart, but it's an unrealistic version of the present.
For a few moments, both past and future together —
Isolating the present and sending it into doldrums.
What do I love the most — is it the past or the future?
Cuteness versus greyness — both are dear to me.
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