Beginning to End

A short poetry piece focused on our passage through this life, as age takes a hold of us

Like a flower that grows from a seed to its prime
Such is the beauty of this lifes design
We sprout and we stretch and we grow in oneself
until moments and memories just fill up our shelves

Like a well rehearsed actor, we determine the rolls that we play
Like a fine handed sculptor, we shape our being like clay
we dabble we delve and we are tested in fire
then we are doused in all the love that our heart could desire

Without even knowing, we impact the lives of each other
protect those we love with the passion of a mother
but fickle and frail is our time on this earth
for time does flee to our death from our birth.

Oh how the flair of youth slowly departs
as the years give wisdom and love to to the hearts
and a once firm hand that worked exact and precise
becomes a weakened and trembling device.

I sit by your side, day by day
as I watch your wondrous mind slipping away
and I remember all the days of the past
and I wonder if you'll find your peace at last.