"Cycle of life"
Life seems to fly by us each day.
The older we grow, the less we play.
Day turns to night quicker and quicker.
Time fades away, there's no time to bicker.
One day we are here, the next we are gone.
Whether we like it or not we all die alone.
Rain falls, the sun shines, light fades, and comes the night.
An old man takes his last breath and an angel takes flight.
Life has a cycle to death, from birth.
Just remember, we all have worth.
Laura Cummings
