I’m getting older, and it scares me

I had a dream, a 99-year-old I was

Deaf and blind, and in diapers

On a wheelchair, sh***ing on myself

Counting days, to my death penal

Should it come sooner, I pray

It will be a relieve, old age sucks

I’m getting older, and it scares me

My dream cut short, by sun rays

Gazing through, my bedroom window

Beckoning me, arise and shine

For this is a new day, a new birthday

More adventures await, to explore

I’m old enough to drink, and to drive

I’m getting older, and it scares me

In my entire life, though short

I’ve cried and laughed, and loved

I’ve trusted and betrayed, and hated

I’ve tried and failed, and succeeded

I’ve grown and blossomed, and wilted

I can almost say, I’m not perfect

I’m getting older, and it scares me

That scar on my forehead, my waist

On my legs, and on my hands too

Sums up my entire life, one long gone

From fighting and playing, even travels

To seeking leisures, and adventures

To laying in the sun, and falling in love

I’m getting older, and it scares me

My father doubts it, my mother too

But I have made mistakes, and learnt

Once a grimy child, scathed and giggled

Stumbled, but found my footing

Fell more often, but rose up

Dirtied my chin, and dusted off

I’m getting older, and it scares me

I’m a man now, mature and decisive

Independent, hardworking and resilient

Like a tree, on and off seasons

Day in and day out, by year

I have bloomed, and thrilled

A story told, a life lived

I’m getting older, and it scares me

I still hate chores, lazy isn’t it

Love watching movies, and music

Going out, and socializing

Playing in ditches, messing up

Often losing my balance, and wits

Fumbling, tripping and cursing

I’m getting older, and it scares me

I still sleep late, so late in the night

Way past midnight, just before dawn

Talking in my sleep, with starry eyes

With silly dreams, often fantasies

For 365 nights, year in and out

Waking up a year later, to a new birthday

I’m getting older, and it scares me

My passion for life, still lingers on

And that of learning, and travelling          

Not forgetting, of my family and friends

And that of love, dreams and prosperity

More or less, to be significant

With a purpose, an agenda and course

I’m getting older, and it scares me

A grey hair sprouting, in my beard

Reminds me, am living on borrowed time

This particular life, is a death sentence

The blinding light, firmly glares

The end of the tunnel, is very near

This whole world, just seems to pass by

I’m getting older, and it scares me

Age is just a number, so they say

I’ve lived a few years, more yet to come

With spring ahead, I feel whole again

Rejuvenated, with urge and spirit

Should I stop this train, and get off

Yet I have more, to do and live for

I’m getting older, and it scares me

Today is my day, my born day

Yours will come, all of you

Until we go flat, we’re together

No matter the age, race or religion

Our struggles, joys and laughs

In this rock, we’re a one big family

I’m getting older, and it scares me

Our ages may not rhyme, young or old

We’re products of love, beautiful and cuddly

Let’s not undermine, our very importance

Let’s not forget, who we are in particular

Or even forget, where we came from

Least we lose, hope and our backbones

I’m getting older, and it scares me

Should I go crazy, with dementia of old

Act out of place, bend or fold or wither

Remember, those good old days

Those in which, I made you laugh

Should my jokes get naff, forgive my age

This old man, has seen and lived it all

I’m getting older, and it scares me