How did it happen? Did it come about gradually?
Did nobody notice? Why didn’t they tell me?
In my youth I was carefree. Life held such wonders.
I was vibrant and bold.
I could bend and not break.
In my prime I was seasoned. Knowledge abounds.
I donned my bright colors.
I painted the town.
In my twilight I’ve faded. Skin wrinkled, transparent.
Blown and tossed around, no place to call home.
But I know in my heart, the cycle goes on.
I think back on the past. I think ahead to the future.
Even in my decline I see hope and prosperity.
For circle of life just goes on and on.