What Makes You Get Older?

Death

Witnessing death

Over and over again

Watching a life slip away

Day by day

It's like taking a walk through life

Trying to find your own way

To your own happiness

And as you walk

You start to notice

Dead end signs

Just popping up

You were sure

Those weren't all there before.

There had been people walking

Down those roads before

But right now

I'm sure

Those are dead end signs

The more you walk the more you see

You couldn't image

There would be so much

The more you walk

The more you see.

And when you look around

In any direction

Forwards

Backwards

Side to side too

There's more dead end signs

More and more dead end signs

In every shade In every hue.

So all these roads

Have dead end signs?

If that's true

Every road ends too.