older

i see me turn feeble,

but no so cripple, 

when my back starts to bend,

its an age trend,

i might start to famble,

then overtime fumble

i see me blurred,

i may turn blared,

i will start blubbering  with the foregone,

u will see me as a clone,

for i have grown a third eye

i am scared,

for ur ears might bear wall,

when u outgrow u´ll be tall,

am scared of this age trend,

i see me becoming a burden

i might loose my cool,

u'll make me dress like a baby,

cause am to old to speak

i am scared ,

of growing old,

turning useless,

eaten by dementia,

am scared to be screwed,

that i might forget my name,

that fame turns lame,

am scared being old and cold