What’s the fun of getting old?
Getting wrinkles and being bald,
usual things you start to forget,
failure of manhood in bed.
When I was a child and it was my birthday I wept
thinking another year closer to my death,
I never lost that fear,
and I hate the add up of one number every year.
Isn’t it funny?
When you’re a child you want to be part of maturity
but when you’re around your forties
you wished you could go back to your early twenties.
What’s the fun of getting alive?
fighting against getting older is a lost strife,
you use balms to rejuvenate your skin
but you can’t avoid the war of attrition within.
You can’t hear the people when they talk
and you need a cane because you barely can walk,
young and beautiful turns into old and ugly,
isn’t getting older just awfully?