And your body is sagging down,
Demanding more of you for what you're used to,
Unless you are proud,
Of the marks of a life not lived,
With the respect that perhaps it deserved,
For the vessel taking you,
Through this tough and unknown world.
The bulging stomach and the slower gait,
Makes you look like you are transforming,
Into another species, is that what you want,
To be your life's theming?
If you say, "yes, I do."
Every life is privy to one person,
And your life is privy to you.