I Am Life.

This is life, hold on tight.

I’m a baby, a learner, a new beginning.

I’m a child, a pesk, a wandering imagination.

I’m a teenager, havoc, a brutal depression.

I’m an adult, a question, a start on life.

I’m aging, and fast. I’m a transformation.

I’m elderly, shriveled, getting on with it.

I’m life, I’m short, and soon I’ll be gone.

The End

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