Death is not what makes me tremble the most
I fear not for its ambiguous ways
When said though people disagree at once
And call me crazy for having such thoughts

I’ve come to see it is out of my hands
How can I fear something out of control?
If there is one thing though I fear the most
It would be that of aging, getting old

For time moves quick and keeping up is hard
These days that pass in blur are sad to see
But life itself is being timed so long
That we who live have yet to set it free

This death is but an old friend passing through
But aging is the stretch of unknown time