Fading in the sunset
Youth is disappearing
Won't be long
Before its completely
Out of sight
In the mirror
You see a demon lurking
You cannot help but see
It's ugly face!
A monster is stalking you
Down a dead end street
It's feet are flying
It's going to catch you
Because you have
Nowhere to run
You can slow it's progress down
But if you continue to live
After awhile
You will get to be old aged!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem