Life is a Poem

 

But I am getting old…

 

I Know.

And I’m also getting older.

 

But… no worry…

You will be aging beautifully… like your mother…

 

I hope so.

I also hope that I’d still get to see you for a Long time.

 

I hope you like my gray hair..

 

I will.

Cause it still belongs to the same man.