The colors of youth drained from leaves of trees
Faded, they shrivel and lose their once bright color
And, at the same time…
Drained strands of hair lose their natural hue
They fall to the ground as if new ones will replace
Unsaturated, unfilled, drained as if memories spill
The things that time can do
Long hours under the sun cause the sags in eyes
Those eyes look from the head that’s lost its color
The things that time can do