Old Age - Melancholy Pessimism

I’m dread of old age

And although I’m young

I feel it together with dead

Trample to me heels

No!

It isn’t possible to I have been so old

Old age — somebody are saying — the rest

Old age — for me it’s waiting to death only

Why what we are living?

What is sense of life?

To we know fear from death

And in the old age we be worry by

The thoughts about it what was

And what will be never?

Old age — present and torturous

Old age — youth is away

When I see the childrens I feel faint

Although isn’t what envy to their

My life full of worry slowly over

So take me!

You toothed bitch!

Old age — it’s our fate

Old age — then death and nothing more