Getting Old Poem by mohammad ahmadizadeh

I didn't get old slowly

It happened when it was the time to dream
Flight of butterfly to the flower fragrance
Spreading of happiness scents by love
To the emotion of heartbeats waiting

When my dreams flew
On the caressing blueness of desires sky
Wish to color the future
As bright as night stars

When there was no bloody red of
Awful fight and brutishness
When I thought a world
Without war and darkness

I got old at once when I was young
When bloody red prevailed others
Colorful dreams came down
When the inevitable time shut the doors
And went away unbeknown