Aging Agony

I might grow bald...great...(don't tear my confidence apart) No offense, but I'm old young - Meaning, old in heart...(in lonely, glad, mad and misunderstood states as of late) Growing wearier As the years pass on by...bye... Youth is not gone yet I embrace notions That being old can be good! If there's pros, there's cons I might lose my mind (my memory in other outlandish words) But, I don't mind being wise (better than being foolish and dumb) Might as well rewind (look back at good ol' times...that flutter away from my dementia-inflicted mind, feeling under a rock and fogginess clouds my mind as I unwind for a time...dreading the fact that I was and will be left behind and a long-lost lamb, willing to be found)