The Art of Aging
The future seems far away yet linger like a looming cloud
The goblins of adulthood cackle with their ugly yellow teeth
Awaiting your lapse to fall ino the shroud
Falling in eternal doom until eventual death
You know you would rather run back to the arms of youth
Where the flowers bloom and the animals cuddle
Though it breaks my heart to tell you the truth
The art of aging continues to befuddle