Life

Life…
Like a flower…
Starting young,
Growing,
Learning new things.
We thrive in middle age,
Strong,
Powerful,
Untouched by problems.
Then we get older,
Our life starts to drain away,
Right before our very eyes.
Starting with…
A small wrinkle,
A cut in out skin,
Everything starts to die.
We get older,
Weaker,
The weight of life…
Taking over.
We die,
In our all time low.
Old,
Withered,
Dead.