I now realise that even if
My hair turns grey,
My back hunches,
When I'm sitting on a rocking chair,
Looking at the beautiful evening,
I'll never grow old.
Though I'll be 60 or above,
Living in the AI world,
With my joints stiff,
A permanent half limp,
Cherishing all the memories,
I'll not grow old.
My mind will still
Live in its teens when,
The most embarrassing incidents happened,
When I laughed my heart out,
When I had no obligations,
When I did not worry about my future,
When the days were peaceful,
When life was PERFECT.
YOU ARE READING
I'll never grow old.
PoetryThis poem is just one of my random thoughts. I was just wondering how I'd be when I grow old. And this is just me realising I'll never grow old mentally.
