When I was young, I thought as a child, <br />as I grew my perspective changed; <br />Now Im cold where I used to be loving; <br />my priorities have been rearanged. <br /> <br />Why do we change as we age? <br />why must we lose our inner child? <br />Why do we have to grow up at all? <br />Why cant we be loving and mild? <br /> <br />Sometimes I hate what Ive become, <br />bitter and tempered with age; <br />less tolerant of my fellow man, <br />more prone to anger and rage.<br /><br />Dwayne Bailey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-age/
