Old age

Wrinkles and gray
Bitten by time
Effortlessly it comes
Changing the body
Once glorious in it beauty
Limbs becomes feeble
Strength decay
Eyes are dim
Nerves loosely strung
Left with memories of former self
Obsessed with the idea of rejuvenation
This is not what in youth we dread it would be
The young prays to reach old age
Life has its own way

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This poem talks on the challenges of old age. The young ones want to grow old while the old want to be young.