you do not grow old till …
…. you stand for something you do not understand.
…. a good sleep is like your first shave, just a distant memory .
…. you avoid to look at the mirror.
…. from time to time you check if your shadow hasn’t left you yet.
…. death and making a cup of coffee becomes a matter of time management.
…. you see yourself unscrewing your head and kicking it away.
…. you feel like a bag full of broken glass, broken yet breakable.
…. you do not jump off a bridge out of politeness.
I hate the term grow old, we do not “grow” but wither away
or may be it is just me
P.S. this was written in the heat of Libyan civil war late March 2011, now there is more hope than gloom