Growing old

I am growing old

The color of my hair has changed

The tone of my skin has changed

I am feeling weakness

In my whole body

And I am growing old

I feel sad

Whenever I think of you

Time has passed

You have left me

Our children have left me

I can only see them once

In a month or every six months

But there are no regrets

In my life

As I understand that they are busy

The only problem is

I am growing old

And I cannot live in an old home

For such a long time

I want my kids to know it

That I am growing old