Gerascophobia

Seven days remain,
Until the shards of youth are gone,
Just a memory for my closed eyes to remember,
And my actions to be defined by.

Seven days remain,
Until I'll finally feel like I'll have to grow up,
A change that won't take place all at once,
But will be like shoes I'll have to grow into.

Seven days remain,
And the world will have to change,
At least for me,
No more make believe.

Seven days remain until I'm an old, dead heart that stopped beating.

-Sir Jestro