The Fate Of The Inevitable

When you'll wake up that morning,
The sun's far from the sky,
With your head turned gray,
For all the years of growing.

Once with your sheen skin--
The smiles were all intriguing,
But no one would be looking.

It's only after couple of decades,
You learn all this fades,
And though you're now myopic,
Everyone would grab a chair when you speak.