Senescence

Senescence
by: Eugene L. Camillo

How I wish I could bring back the good old days
Those teenage years and childhood plays
How I wish time won’t pass away
I badly need those moments to stay.

Now that I’ve grown old and here comes the dawn
I’ll be missing all those years that gone
And how I wish I could turn back the time
It’s impossible. It would be a crime.

I guess I have to face the reality
That all won’t stay young and eternity
Even the trees lose their leaves when they get old,
So as stars that turn black and gold.

Growing old isn’t that bad after all
It’s just like learning to rise time you take fall
Like it’s a new world that I’ll have to face
A new beginning of this life’s unending pace