When I was young, I thought as a child,
as I grew my perspective changed;
Now Im cold where I used to be loving;
my priorities have been rearanged.
Why do we change as we age?
why must we lose our inner child?
Why do we have to grow up at all?
Why cant we be loving and mild?
Sometimes I hate what Ive become,
bitter and tempered with age;
less tolerant of my fellow man,
more prone to anger and rage.
Dwayne Bailey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-age/
