Gerascaphobia

Grrrrr!!
 For generations we mourn a richness in life
 A day by day different scene
 Analysis of, information!
 Mental memories project visions to feed on
 Our wisdom enhances only to question
 and acknowledge your fears
 You frolic and play when you are young
 Rot in your stench as you grow old.
 Facing your own mortality fills you with
 an obstinate dread you can't rid of!
 The on set of disease
 Your air comes with receipt
 Worried you will die alone
 You expect the crucifix
 Around your neck to save your soul.
 A hint of growing old, and losing beauty.
 Fear of impaired mobility
 Your face deteriorates
 as your insides decompose
 Your brain lacks oxygen
 A soft whistle spews out
 As you choke internally!
 You frolic and play when you are young
 Rot in your stench as you grow old
 Facing your own morality fills you with
 An obstinate dread you can't rid of!
 The onset of disease
 Your air comes with a receipt