Who are we you call the aged?
Doesn’t our skin burn just the same?
Why do you feel we are sexless?
Just because you give us shame?
Can’t we still love just like you do?
Why can’t we just have you for a friend?
Why must we wonder if you listen?
Why is their payment in the end?
Why can’t we live the life you’re living?
Why can’t we share the things you do?
Just because we are now aged,
Don’t we have feelings just like you?