I have reached the stage,
That fails to amuse to me.
It is the beginning of old age,
Or so it seems to be.
Like many-I often think it is unfair,
That our youth goes by so fast.
Though I am fully aware,
That youth is not meant to last.
There are many that try to deny it,
But it happens to us all.
Once there--each one of us will admit,
It is youth we enthrall.
So many people say,
“You’re only as old as you feel”.
I say “if it would only stay”,
That would be a heck of a deal.
But within each passing year,
My youth continues to subside.
Until one day it will be crystal clear,
My old age will no longer be able to hide.
Happening almost over night,
Old age will attack.
And I will loose the fight,
Of trying to gain some youth back.
Copyright © Pamela VanHyning | Year Posted 2008
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