The Whisper

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Was it a whisper
Barely heard over the noise of life
Which brought my attention to myself?

Aging slowly but steadily
my body struggles on
Not too tired to continue yet
Not too injured to try
Not so battered as not to appeal
My vehicle, my shell, my home
Outliving my own expectations

While the immortal
My soul, existance
My eternal being
Heeds, understands
And agrees reluctantly
With the whisper

It was a whisper
Barely heard over the noise of life
Which brought my attention to myself

Do you know what was whispered?