Growing older

Growing older

Beauty fades
You grow old,
Body is weak
Can't make moves that bold

What was meant for a life,
Left us with no choice .

Thinking of future makes you mad.
What would be next?

Past makes you cry,
Wishing you want to re-try.

Looking mirror is hard,
All you think for a new start.

You regret the things you did,
You want the past to skip.

You wish to live your life alone and quite
But now you regret the thought, how you end up like.

It's hard to make amends
Because the time ends.