growing up

when we are young we would like to be older

cinemas, bars, no entrance for us
becoming adult we want to be seasoned
we like to know everything and all
turning older we hope to still look thirty

while being proud of four decades

but the ultimate clock tells us about fifty

when slowly the 'being young' fades

reaching the last decade we become honest
we finally do accept what lies ahead

every year, every month, every day is a gift

if only we had kept in hand the wasted time