THE FEAR OF AGING

*The fear of aging*

I looked; through the window,

And on the street lies; little kids,

Unanimously running on toes,

Because they've really not got much to think.

A way of life I've always wanted,

Where freedom attracts; with its voice -

A crying laughter, that one could not tell,

Till tiredness dress itself on a tattered noise.

A heart though clinged to this act,

But yet; emotions drove me to see more,

In the vehicle of pinched eyes -

With legs eager to fly; with its loins.

Another chapter of life, I aspired to see,

When I moved toward; the other window,

To see the reason behind the kid's exuberancy,

Then I saw; comfortable striving souls.

Adults; with their so gray hair,

Encompassed with trucks of thoughts,

Of how in days, their days will end,

And vanity will be revealed; of their works.

Then arose an heavy-light emotion;

That rent the passion of enjoying days,

Oh!!! How I wish, in months,

I will never have to grow beyond today.