Sloooooooowly we grow old
We grow odd
Never to have same taste as before
Before the rise and fall

Few stories for our grands
Packets of cigar
And an archive full of beer
A jug with withered flowers for our dear ones

Tots
Wishing for ****
Wishing for a rematch with our younger self
Maybe we didn't enjoy well

A black dog wags ts tail
A cat on ts tail
Maybe I should be reincarnated to be a goat
Always to make people celebrate me

The sun sets
No friends to drink with
Maybe ts right ti stay young forever

"I will be young again"
I told myself