Looking back, how we enjoyed the innocence of youth
Back when our fears seemed to revolve around desires
Who was going to get the last cookie or piece of pie
Why can’t we stay up late or skip school, why oh why.

Then we seem to come to an age where we know if all
Why can’t parents and teachers seem to understand
Life seemed so clear as we turned a ripe eighteen
Yet little did we know all that was left to be seen.

Whether schooling or work or responsibility we chase
Maybe we stay single or desire a family to raise
Life continues to bring us more to try to comprehend
Time and money and effort we always seem to spend.

We get to an age where we start to see friends pass
Aging is something we all hope to do but at what cost
While we hear of a better place to spend our day
Very few I’ve met are ready to start a journey that way.

About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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4 Responses to Aging

  1. Susan says:
    Seems to be a similar mindset to one of my posts.

    • graypoet says:

      I am glad to have touched upon a same vein of thought. Thank you for taking the time to read and for leaving the comment. I hope you find other items to ponder.

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