gerascophobia

 

The day we were born

We cried wanting to fly

We were eager to take the world

When we opened our eyes to see

We wished we could grow up

We couldn't stand in the cribs

Counting the days and years

Finally to get our wings and fly

When we reached our heights

We feel our fear of the time to return

Gerascophobia links our minds to it

The fear of growing or aging old

We will try every possible ways

Finding ways to stay young in the old

Gerascophobia slowly rocks in our minds

A time we can't hide or run away from it

Life in a circle

The cycle will come again and again

A new generation will born into it

The same process will roll in