Aging
The older I get,
the sadder I grow.
It seems as if the true colors of the world
have begun to show.
What was once thought as cerulean and vast
has become lackluster and grayscale.
As if the older I get,
the duller things become.
Sharp words stab less.
Sharp minds wither away.
Sharp bodies engorge.
Sharp objects dull.
So this dullness can’t be ALL bad.
But I still feel so sad.