The Aged

Written at age eighteen, and knowing to make the most of your life.

The Aged

Remember when our days flew by so fast

And how forever we thought they would last?

But now our numbered days are spent alone

In the company of our memories of yesteryear.

All unfulfilled dreams and goals have turned to stone,

Only the sadness of no tomorrow brings a tear.

Reviews

[Lainey]

How true. My dreams have turned to granite.