Growth

Is there an halftime?

Could you pause for seconds?

Shall i compare thee to time?
My hair,

Beautiful and attractive,

Gives me a joy that can’t leave,

But they fade to grey.
There are two things that fascinates me about you,

Three that i do not understand.

Your prowess is inevitable to man,

You’re a trap set apart for us,

Living things age without them knowing.
I wish i could walk forever,

But from my cradle to the sepulcher,

I will return.