Old
Today is today,
just one more day.
A day of laughter,
a day of play.
But what happens when the laughter stops?
An abrupt ending to happiness emerging,
or a lie purging.
I can't hide forever,
hide behind a smile, it worked for awhile.
I used to be young, I'm no longer agile
not in my heart,
not in my soul.
When will I be whole?
Like flowers in spring?
Bringing new life, washing away the dead and old.
Now,
my story's been told,
yet I still feel old.