From Cradle To Grave
A fetus being nurtured
within a mother's womb.
Ready to experience life
and indulge in all of life's
pleasurable moments.
Eager to endure everything
that was once endured vicariously.
Now from the first person.
A life so precious and innocent.
What will become of it?
Live life for the horror or the glory.
Many phases of life to entertain.
Each to become a chapter within the story.
Once infantile.
Yearning for attention
and endless care.
Through the magic times of childhood
when life is nothing but a fairy tale.
To the adolescent phase
where you see reality for what it is.
You see the happy endings
often fail to prevail.
Accept the fate like it's no mistake.
Happiness is never granted.
More give and take.
Through maturity you realize
everything in life is like symbolism.
Those methapors become your religion.
All by which you live by.
Merciless time trickles down
in the essence of death.
Until limited hours are all that is left.
Then old age daunts
and you are mentally wise.
Your world is tarnished with mere remains
and dirt is thrown upon your grave.
And you're peacefully rested
upon your demise.
Copyright © M.N.I.W M.N.I.W | Year Posted 2015
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