At the end...

One day.....
You and I will grow old
Our bones will become weak
And the legs we move so easily
Will become like sacks of stones weighing us down

One day our teeth will fall off
And we'd have to depend on artificial ones
One day our body will shrink
And we'd fondly remember how tall we used to be

One day....
The steps would seem higher
The chair would seem farther
The sky would seem taller
The words would seem heavier
And the world would seem no more than a bedroom

One day, You and I will grow old
One day, our skins will become crooked
Our perfect figure would become crooked
And our veins would stand at attention like high tension wires....

How happy will you be at that time knowing what you have achieved?