Growing old, luster gone from aging eyes, vanished beauty;
the shaded looks from an old lover causes the soul to cry.
Time the enemy is not kind; as both beauty and strength
begins to decay. Time engulfs the aged; suddenly life
changes in every way.
Of youth, we dream, while youth and old ages entwine.
We mellow with each setting sun, our minds fight
becoming old; of truth we decline. At last, we see the world
with fading eyes; the heart becomes weak. The past is gone
there is no future; the years have gone by so quickly, we weep.
The days are long, were we ever so young; this crumbling body
we cannot change. This prison we live in, the past, the present;
brings only weary pain. Suffer, feeble, remembrance hidden
deep within our minds. Emotions felt, we must live the hand we
are dealt; life is not always kind. Frozen in time, ghost of ourselves;
there is nothing left to tell. It is the last stage of life, some wait for
Heaven, while others will continue to live in hell!