Oh God, why you made us old?
What you get is a sadistic pleasure
There are better ways to teach us a lesson
Oh God, why you made us old?
The withering body, the fallen teeth
The wrinkled skin and the failing eyesight
The increasing desire but the decreasing strength
Oh God, why you made us old?
The aching joints and the trembling gait
The thinning scalp and the graying brain
The shrunken cheeks and the stammering voice
Oh God, why you made us old?
The changing world makes us a laughing stock
The laughter and the friends are no more
We are like cars without tyres
We are like birds without feathers
We are like flowers without fragrance
We are trees without leaves
We are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered
We are dust to be swept away
The children are away, the birds are dead
Wife is no more
Oh God, why you made us old?
