Every morning when I feel the sunshine, br filtering in my room over the hills and trees, br I remember my care free childhood mornings, br when my parents would happily toss me up and down in air, br I remember the beautiful dawn of my married life, br when me and my wife would feel eternally bonded together in the sunshine, br Now I am all alone welcoming the cheerful day, br The shadows of the past have made me think that I am getting old. br br I look at my picture album sometimes, br I wonder why my hairline is shrinking away, br I wonder why it is getting harder to chew the food everyday, br I wonder where my adrenaline is gone these days, br why can't I play the soccer and the tennis as I used to, br till my kids and people around me remind me, br that I am not only getting old, but I am old. br br I used to look for respect in my younger days, br till I realized that the respect is given not expected, br now I find it everywhere even from people I never knew, br Now I feel relaxed with no fears and pressures of life's turmoil’s, br I love young and old, I try to find the meaning of my life, br I am at peace with myself, I am in love with nature, br I am glad, I am getting old.