will i lose my lustre
over time
grow old and weary
like the rest
forget memories
new and old
regrettably so
too much time
fretting over naught
instead of taking in
what passes by
there’s no going back
to try again
such truths to live by
looking into reflective surfaces
to see changes from yesterday
another characteristic fades
while a new one is presented
though there are diminishes
you see something new in return
it truly is no fun, growing old