As We Get Older
Aging is a process of life that cannot be ignored.
It begins the minute we are born
The minute we take our first breath, look into our mother’s eye
Looking around the bright crowded room.
Confused, helpless and full of live.
Soon the young began to take care of the old.
The old turns into children and the young into adults.
An old gray lady is seating outside her porch
Dreaming of days past long ago,
Days were she was beautiful, full of live
Running across the fields.
She silently wipes her tears.
Tears of happiness
She stares into the sky and smiles,
Another tear drops on her lap
She smirks
“Live is beautiful”
She closes her eyes
There’s a silent pause.
Aging is a process of life that cannot be ignored.
It begins the minute we are born
The minute we take our first breath, look into our mother’s eye
Looking around the bright crowded room.
Confused, helpless and full of live.
Soon the young began to take care of the old.
The old turns into children and the young into adults.
An old gray lady is seating outside her porch
Dreaming of days past long ago,
Days were she was beautiful, full of live
Running across the fields.
She silently wipes her tears.
Tears of happiness
She stares into the sky and smiles,
Another tear drops on her lap
She smirks
“Live is beautiful”
She closes her eyes
There’s a silent pause.