In silent tissues where time leaves a trace,
Corpora amylacea find their space.
Round and gleaming, in a pinkish glow,
Eosinophilic bodies begin to show.
Age and time, their silent call,
Invite these structures to form and sprawl.
In prostate glands they settle in,
Harmless sentinels of the body’s kin.
Not cancer’s mark, nor a deadly sign,
But a witness to time, both benign.
In nervous systems, they also appear,
Where aging minds may hold them near.
Though Alzheimer’s plaque draws more the gaze,
Amyloid bodies in different ways
Reflect the changes, slow and deep,
Where neurons wither, memories sleep.
Composed of proteins, they intertwine,
With polyglucosan, in spirals fine.
In lungs or brain, in glands they lay,
Aging’s footprint in slow decay.
Degenerative, inflammatory—both they greet,
But often their presence is discreet.
Harbingers of time’s steady hand,
They mark the changes we understand.
Though they speak of years gone by,
They are not a cause to worry or cry.
Aging brings its subtle signs,
And amyloid bodies align in kind.
In microscopic fields, they gently stand,
A reminder of life’s expanding sand.
Not foes, but fragments, part of the whole,
The body’s response to time’s quiet toll.
