Yes! I know I am growing old.
But nobody told me how to deal with it.
Sitting and thinking how should I carry myself
When no one will be there to help.
In younger days I took pride in this beautiful face
Not knowing it will betray me like others.
I wonder many beautiful faces
Came before me and they left the world before they even discovered it.
Coming and going is what is in between lies the play that occurs.
Throughout we strive and strive hard to gain a handful of applause.
Then find us one day when nothing occurs.
Just like a party, when you are young people crowd and celebrate but when you die
You are left with only a few.
So, accept and admire as every season has its own flair.
