Why must I grow old?
Somehow, I feel as my life has begun,
It has already begun to end,
For I am beginning to fall in love,
And beginning to realise I shall,
Have to move out,
And get a job,
And soon I shall be having children,
Must it be this way?
Couldn’t I be allowed to stay young,
As my beauty has formed,
I can already imagine it fading,
Must all things fade away?