Chasing Youth Poem by Kyle Mraz

Chasing Youth



Look in the mirror,
What do you see?
Bags 'n folds
Grey,
your getting old

Many summers past
Soon,
Death will come to
Moaning
Groaning
Creaking
Crawling
Missing your days of youth

Forsaking what you gained
You cannot run
cannot defy
So why do you

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