Question

poem on growing older...i need in own words...

Answer 1

I cried I slept and 
I vomited.
I danced, I laughed and
I prayed.
I jumped, I fought and
I sang.
I hated, I studied and
I created.
I flew high, I loved and 
I felt on the top.
I crafted, I flickered my strings broke,
I fell, my luck gone, I plunged.
My balloon perforated, my children hated me,
my friends all gone...
I hit a low, I felt old
I felt deep, inside...
My time has come.

Hope it helps!
This is the best I could do! XD

Answer 2

Growing Older

Chasing the dreams,
Running behind them,
They go far and far
one day they'll swallow us up.
Achievements & bereavements,
all things together,
Messing things up pretty well,
and the bell never rings,
Falling down and down
trying to carry ourselves up side down.
Turn around and never find anyone
trying to help and help ourselves
one day there will be none
To help me including myself.
Growing older is stressed-out
Wish we can turn back time 
To the good old days.  
                                    - Fluffy