Why do we have to grow old and lose all the joy we once had?
The carefree spirit of our younger selves is what holds us together through the pain
Why can't we keep all that laughter, bottle it up for those nights when we're sobbing
Or remember the days when our smiles weren't forced, because everything was shown in light?
Why do we have to grow old, to feel pain and know sorrow?
Why can't we stay young forever instead of letting the future unfold?
I ask you once more for an answer
Why do we have to grow old?
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Abby's Poetry
PoetryThese won't be showstoppers or anything, they're just simple. Hope you enjoy, also some deep topics about mental health and stuff like that, trigger warnings will be in each section
