Decades fly past as the body ages
No phoenix to rise from the ashes of youth
Flowers blossom not in fields of maturity
The desire to grow old so far from the truth
Lines soon etched on faces once flawless
Brilliant glowing eyes no longer do shine
Movement once joyful gives way to inaction
The desire to move quickly disappears with time
Soft strands of hair become coarse to the touch
Shimmering colors fade as does out thought
Memories take precedence over new experiences
The secret of youth can never be bought
Cosmetic clowns mock our appointed destiny
Plastic facades shield not the dying cell
The internal clock stops not through deception
Modern technology never preventing mans decent to hell
