Mar. 12, 2010,22:19
On Aging, Dying, and Daughters
We are not young anymore
Only in our thirties
But very much aware
Counting more grey hairs
I remember the first one
It was even cute and lonely
And now they are grim reapers, reminders
Wrinkles and darkenings and pains
Bones creaking like old pines in the wind
This is the start of the dance
The music has been playing and is half done
We danced until dawn but the noon day gives us cancer
At least we have Her to carry us on
Only in our thirties
But very much aware
Counting more grey hairs
I remember the first one
It was even cute and lonely
And now they are grim reapers, reminders
Wrinkles and darkenings and pains
Bones creaking like old pines in the wind
This is the start of the dance
The music has been playing and is half done
We danced until dawn but the noon day gives us cancer
At least we have Her to carry us on