GREY
Old and grey like each phase comes without warning.
No preparation, no prospect, just looking out for nothing.
You wish you had the legs to view the world again.
Drawn to attention but yet there is no one for attention.
Drawn to pampering even the one trying is holding on to nothing.
Wished you did it in another way round but left with just wishes too late to come through.
Watching the sun go down and rise up by sitting down at a place.
The different seasons and weather but each time wished that you're still younger to do things you usually do but left in the hands of another.
Another wished she woke up in another limelight.
Hearts full of burden yet she carries it.
Tears when she can't hold on anymore but then holding up to hope.
She doesn't even know where this hope is taking her to.