I shrivel and I wilt for all things grow old

What, you too will slow down

and take your step one at a time

 

The world will become too fast

and everything you’ve done would seem like a blur

You counted the days and could not wait

but now you start to wish they’d slow down

 

Your colors and mine are changing

from green to yellow and later on brown

That’s how things are,

best to let it be