We Will Grow Old Poem by Htetmyet Ne' Ye'

I fear we will grow old,
When we get separated,
Turn our search to gold,
Never coming in anyone’s wait.

One day we will not be bold,
To play in the sun under no shade,
We will all become old,
While the rain still falls in a cascade.

I fear that one day,
We will bluff and baffle when we meet,
As if in places we shouldn’t stay,
All in the name of pride and greed.

I fear we will soon grow,
Of all the mischief,
Miss the times when we’re never alone,
Growing into complete creeps.

I fear there wouldn’t be,
Anymore cracking jokes,
When the trees aren’t green,
As we turn into blokes.


I fear we will not talk,
About the great times we had,
All the fun we now lost,
Filled with the guilt of regret.

I fear one day we will all lie,
Not paying attention to each other,
No one would be there to join,
The pieces of our childhood together.

Aging comes in a crescendo,
As our childhood becomes a facade,
The best memories will glow,
A shining light in a dark cave.

I fear we will grow old,
Remembering the good old days,
But we will become old,
And everyone will walk their way,
Away.