AFTERMATH

MY WRINKLED SKIN

WHEN WERE YOUNG AND BOLD
NEVER THOUGHT OF GROWING OLD
YEARS SEEM TO FLY BY SO FAST
WOULD I BE ABLE TO TAKE ON THIS TASK?

CAN MY LIFE BE WHAT I WANT?
LIFE THROWS THINGS AT US TO TAUNT
HOW WE HANDLE IT IS THE TEST
DON'T GIVE UP,TRY YOUR BEST

MY LIFE ALWAYS AT A FAST PACE
WITH MY REFLECTION,WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FACE?
I WASN'T KEEPING TRACK AT MY AGE
SHOULD OF SO I SHOULD OF GAUGED

ONE MORNING, JUST REALIZED I'M GETTING OLD
WHAT WAS I LOOKING AT ALL THESE YEARS ?
GETTING WRINKLED FACE,NO ONE EVER TOLD
GUESS THEY WERE BEING KIND TO ELIMINATE MY FEARS

ME ALWAYS BEING SO VAIN
PEOPLE NEVER SAID KEEPING ME FROM MY PAIN
MY FACE IS LOOKING LIKE AN OLD WRINKLED SHIRT
GUESS I WASN'T VERY ALERT

I WAS TOLD IT'S NOT HOW WE LOOK
BUT HOW WE LIVE OUR LIVES
ALL THIS ADVISE I NEVER TOOK
GUESS I WILL HAVE TO LIVE IN

MY WRINKLED SKIN


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