Aging Is Inevitable Poem by Edwin Serrata

Everday will be the last.
A day to be older,
A day to be less than young.
I'm scared to grow up.
Knowing there is no turning back.

I can't Feel my body decaying, but it is;
Every cell losing the will of life
I can never physically be the same.

When I die is that the end of the road,
Or does religion serve itself right?
Christianity will take me to heaven or hell,
Hinduism, will I be reincarnated, can I remember who I am in the next life?

Many questions are asked
None are answered.
All I do know, Aging is inevitable.