Growing Old Poem by Leaking Pen

What does it mean to grow old?
I’m one soul who seeks an answer
A question for eternity to fold
Would others find cure for cancer?

Till that day comes, mirrors do not lie
Life has its cycle and room must be made
-No matter how much technology we try-
To gracefully grow old and to fade

What is left when outward beauty fades?
And youth immortalized in works of art
Time is an equalizer for kings and maids
But aging exposes the warmth of my heart.

Beauty is the light of ones' eyes
The soul of the poet never dies.

October 10th 2015
Copyright Leaking Pen 2015