Ageing

When the wrinkles on thy skin, Doth show with deepened furrow. Tis time for you, to see self true, And start losing faith on morrow. For every single hag or shag, The pass of years bring’s sorrow. A lifestyle you must carve yourself, And never learn to borrow. Looking back upon your lusty past, When thou was part of a golden cast; The sky now looks so overcast, And the days of life seem to pass so fast. Your beauty lore of sunsets yore, Used to gather so much praise, How we today a younger lot, see your head with so much grey’s. For every human on this earth, Wishes he could live forever; While for the guy up in the sky, He knows that this is never. -Prince Freakasso (Painter & Poet)