The peach to the prune
the magnificent to the ruin
the boy to the man
and the girl to the gran.
We see the youth gain age
which can turn to rage
maybe not quite wisdom
I wonder, what will I become?
From the petals of innocence
with slow shuffling reluctance
we gain more life, grow old
and what comes exactly after that?
Well,
it's a secret none of us have been told.
