Growing Old

Time,

my greatest fear.

You change me and gray me,

year after year.

The x's on the calendar,

of days gone by.

Remind me of how truly,

time seems to fly.

Sooner or later,

we all lose that adolescent charm.

And we all look at the clock,

with fear and alarm.

The fluidity of time is a fickle,

a wicked daunting thing.

You can't grasp it or hold it,

you can only feel the pain of it's sting.

Growing older,

is not the worst of fate.

It's moving closer,

to your termination date.

That's the thing,

that keeps us awake.

Knowing the feeling of immortality,

is nothing but fake.

Time has slipped through,

these rough calloused hands.

It's eroded my body,

in very small strands.

Middle of the road,

at the middle of life.

Reality sets in,

sharper than a knife.

Hold fast young one,

to the youth of the day.

For one day,

this is what you too will say.

-LaurenAshley