Poem for the day: As time passes on, everything turns to dust

This poem expresses the pain of thinking about the inevitably of having to let our parents go when they have reach the end of their golden years.

1The inevitably of growing old and saying bye,

The very same thought makes me want to cry.

Hugging my mother, she think I can’t go to sleep,

but she doesn’t know it’s her I want to keep.

What if in a blink of an eye,

They’re gone from my sight?

I don’t think I will ever be the same,

From the very place I first came.

I don’t want to grow up,

I want to forever stay by their side.

Why can’t we grow old and live forever?

Why do generations have to pass like changing weathers?

But isn’t that the sad reality of life?

Something we can’t change,

Got to accept fate and just play the waiting game…

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