Age

Age can be a friend,
Or an enemy at worse.
If we show it no respect,
it can be anyone’s curse.

We live out our life, with
some anxiety and strife.
We have to stay strong,
and fight for that right.

Once age had its stay,
it will cease to exist.
Many will fade away,
residing in heavenly bliss.

Age is but a number
but no need to despair;
Another year will pass,
bringing celebration in the air.

For those of us too scared,
age will show no remorse.
Which they will pay,
the ultimate cost.

As our lives drift, from this hell;
We will wish it
a good riddance;
But not a fond farewell