I'M Afraid of Getting Old

I'm afraid of getting old
When my body will be so weak and won't be able to resist what it's resisting as of my youth 

I'm afraid of getting old 
When my movement will be restricted and controlled by a wheelchair or a walking stick, when I'll be running out of time 

I'm afraid of getting old
When my thought will become colder and my voice will become lower 
When my intestines will be choosy of food to digest 

I'm afraid of getting old
When my face will be so shrink and ugly
When death will be tormenting my soul 
And fear to see how the next world would be
Hell? or Heaven? 

In a nutshell, I'm afraid to die.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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