Thoughts On Aging Poem by angelica dela cruz

Where does the time go?
The days seem so long.
Nights too short.
Do we ever really count
the moments that pass by?
It doesn't seem important.

The older you get
the shorter it feels.
What do we really do
with all our time?
Age seems impossible
until it happens...

Isn't it strange?
The younger we are,
the older we want to be.
The older we get
the more we convince ourselves
to be young.

Not that it works.
Nature is a hard creature,
impossible to bend.
But we try.
Time has made
fools of us all.