Golden Years

I wish it were possible to stay young forever

And go after all our endeavors

To never worry about growing old

And always staying bold

To face every moment in life.

To stay young for eternity

I say with certainty

Is a condemnation and a blessing

But to think about aging is so depressing

And that one day, we will only be remembered in hearts.

But growing old can be a choice

And irrespective of age we can rejoice

To ignore life would be a blunder

As age is nothing but a number

Growing old is, after all, a blessing in disguise.