From Beginning To End
For every beginning, there is an end
by Lady Blue
the space in between we must fill in.
With youthful skin, a fiery lust for life
celebrating each New Year with delight.
As each year passes we are aging
skin wrinkles, muscles tremble.
Synapses stop, hands not so nimble
eyes don't see well, bones do creak.
Time marches on, we become weak
slow and frail, life becomes bleak.
Then like sand in an hourglass
our lifes grains fall no more.