Beginning and Fading

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,

Forever?

As my beauty has formed,

I can already imagine it fading,

Must all things fade away?

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