poor little old lady

flower petals falling down to earth
one by one
old and dying
it had been been a beautiful flower once
but everything has its own end time
she touches her face
caressing carefully and slowly
as if it is fragile and breakable
tears streaming down her cheeks silently
and she could not deny all her fears anymore
she could not runaway from the truth anymore
because she is staring at it now
oldness screams through her face, her eyes, her hair, 
her breath and her very own heart
and she cant make it go away
her age is increasing like the ticking of her old wooden clock
stop!
she cried through her closed red lips
her eyes wide with horror
but age would never listen
and time would never stop
and she is scared
she keeps on replaying all the things she had done
and all the things she had not
in her mind
she does not know how much time is left for her
nobody ever knows
so many things she had regretted in her life
so many words she wanted to say
but time is running out
every pieces of her life is slipping through her fingers
she knows she is bound to the world she created
and she is not ready to let it go yet
not ready to leave
poor little old lady
crying silently
while all her flower petals in her yard
falls down to earth one by one
old and dying
while staring at a reflection of herself
wishing she would never got aged and old