Growing Old

As we grow up we tend to mature We tend to forget how to be a kid We’re to concern about the future That what we used to do and did That who we were and will be split Past, present and future don’t go along The place we stand and were we sit Lie on the ground it all went wrong Searching for the place we all belong Everyday is a struggle just to stay alive If we could only go back and be young We’d start again and lead a different life Too young, too old, too much complains Looking for our selves were nothing remains