The Age Of 75

Here I am 

Lost in thoughts 

Of what it is to laugh 

With the people I love 

I acquire a room 

In the giant big house 

But not a place

In the hearts of people around 

Time flashes 

when I close my eyes 

The family I build 

Is no longer by my side 

Respect and love 

Is what I need 

But no one understands 

The old-age plea 

My days are numbered 

And so I want 

To relive the moments 

And the life beyond 

But the hope

To be loved is losing sight

With me in a corner 

The walls are crying beside 

I'm laying down

Waiting for the angel to arrive 

To end the endless torment

And the age of seventy-five