Growing Old
The days are going so fast,
…. And I can’t stop the time as it passes by
It’s making me anxious day-by-day
… As the month of August ways out its day…
The end of it is another counting years for me,
And I’m still waiting for my destiny..
My journey is still unclear, and my fate is unrevealed
Living with hope each day, waiting for someone to hold
Oh dear! This poor heart of mine kept waiting…
…. And I am growing old each passing year…
Copyright © Eiza Evangelista | Year Posted 2017
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