The mere thought is very negative;
and it’s universally so;
that we may become vegetative;
before it’s time to go.
Much like plants, we live by seasons;
or, so it is, we’re told;
each time of life, has its reasons;
even, growing old.
In infancy, we’re merely a sprout;
harbored and protected;
finding out, what life’s about;
fearing, becoming rejected.
As we grow, we become a shoot;
reaching wide and far;
very often, our own horn we toot;
defining who we are.
Eventually, we seek to multiply;
scatter seed upon the ground;
the storms of nature; we defy;
with it raining, all around.
Before we know it, time has passed;
we’ve given life, our very best try;
this body of ours; not meant to last;
and it’s time we wither and die.
To all young, there’s a lesson to teach;
it’s never a sin to grow old;
throughout your life, stretch to reach;
and, forever strive to be bold.