We don’t age when our telomerase shortens
But when the fun of splashing in the rain lessens
We don’t age when there is a collagen decrease
But when wishing at shooting stars begins to cease
Neither do we age when cataract says hello
Maybe we do when old desires get mellowed
Do we say we’ve aged when dementia sets in?
I think not. It was the day we forgot that we once had said ‘i wanna be an astronaut’
Would you be old if your fractured femoral head necrosed?
You would be, if the dance in your soul turns morose
What about when alopecia begins to smirk from your head?
No silly, its not about losing hair. Its losing the smile that got me scared
Some say it is when the ova isn’t as gold as corn
But a new version of me would still be born
We don’t age when there’s more wear and tear in the ligaments
But when the idea of a risk starts to generate more fear than excitement
You thought you’ve aged looking at your falling dentition.
You already had when you didn’t pick up your fallen ambition
Look at all the pills and potions and the age miracle serums
Will they also bring back the years of childlike freedom
Or will they prevent a wrinkle in my crisp motivation
Guess not. So I’ll allow time to break my DNA. But for anything else, fight me in my alley.