Glimpse

The young turn to old
Such as the day to night.
No matter how much we fight
Soon it's 6-feet down, cold.

Our hair changes like leaves
From Fall to Spring.
Cold winters to when birds' sing,
Our smiles to our grieves.

Life passes swiftly by
As we return to memories.
Until we end up in cemeteries
When we lay down and die.

A glimpse in the universe
Of something that never mattered.
A body that's beaten and battered
Left with a deadly curse.

Back up to the beginning,
When things were simple.
When a smile had a dimple,
Before purity was thinning.

Today is yesterday
And tomorrow is today.
No matter the amount of pay
Time is lost within every day.

Our needs go unseen,
As our bodies wither up
Like raisins in a cup.
Why stand when we can lean?

A speck of dust in the air.
As we soon drift away,
Rather than stay.
We run our race like the hare.