When I Grow Old Poem by Daren Walker

Is it true that when I grow old,
I could lose my hair and go bald?
And I also have been told,
It may turn silver, not bronze or gold.
Will I get wrinkles on my skin?
And will I end up fat or thin?
I'd like to think I'll keep all my teeth,
Not lose them to the midnight thief.
And will my legs slow to a snails pace,
So I can't win a running race.
I hope to still hear church bells ring
Because I do so love to sing.
I watch the clock upon the wall,
For time it does affect us all
Until there is... no more.