For all to see

For all to see

We are born without a stitch,
Naked for all to see,
Needing care and constant watching
Decreasing as the years march by one by one.

We grow and learn,
Independence grows as we mature,
Though not all survive to live a long life.
Some cut short on the day of birth,
Others drop as time flows forward,
Some die because of simple stupidity
Thinking themselves immortal doing foolish things;
So violence plays a major role in mortality,
Yes and disease striking suddenly for some,
For others it creeps slowly draining life away.

We reach our prime and go out into the world,
Young adulthood a time of growth and excitement,
Dating, parties, traveling, school.
Then marriage,
Settling down
A time of sacrifice and joy for many,
For some running from their responsibility
Leading to shattered lives and perhaps despair.

So the years begin to fly by.
Years seem like months,
Months like weeks,
Weeks like days,
Days, well they seem like smoke,
At the end,
Which is its nature,
Gone, fading into the air,
Much forgotten swallowed by oblivion.

Then we become old,
Some succumb sooner than others,
Yet it arrives,
We become dependent,
Needing care and constant watching,
Naked for some to see,
Increasing care as the years go by
Until we end,
Silence takes us,
The dark door closes,
Hiding the light that many believe awaits us,
Faith is my light on this joyful yet often dark journey,
Which I love.