Flying Away Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

Old always knows how to fly away,
Youngs, with pleasure and fun
Never knows to fly away,
Until comes flyaway.
Old’s a gold,
Fakeful stuff,
Old acts young
Real stuff.
Young, busy, busy
All life long,
Till old reigns on them.
Young never know about flying away
Until flying away comes.
Old always knows, flying away
By which they live in fear.