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
Copyright © Shagesa Mattheeuw | Year Posted 2016
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