Growing old

When I grow old , I may shuffle my
foot in time with sound of music,
and what if my tongue refuse to talk,
my hair is getting grey and my wriggles
on my face has increased,
growing old is forgone conclusion ,
We generally forget about losing our ability,
or our mobility to run and jump, the shell
I am wearing is getting old ,am well aware
of that but in my heart I am still young as
when I was 21; I am not getting old, it’s
all an illusion,We don’t have to stop playing
cause we are getting old, we are getting older
cause we stop playing, I can only talk on
my own behalf I look young as I feel, not
a day older