The panic of growing older.

Once upon a time i was a boy,
Running around and playing with toys.
My only worry, a belly to fill
Even at that , all i did was feed myself.

Now am tall and grown
A bit cold but mostly bold
Of all the stories ever told
How a man feeds himself, you 'll never know.

With growth came responsibilities
Age became a clock.
A time to be born,
Those numbers brought the end close.

I have learned of love, I loved to learn,
Wisdom wasn't bought, trust you have to earn.
Education is the way,
But no school teachers better than life

So now am old and grey,
The years have taken toll on me
Only one dream i have left,
To live the days, i was young again.

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