Time Is Not On My Side

Walking and talking have yet to come; crying and sleeping still prevail,
Now you can walk and talk and your parents beg you to stop, but to no avail.
School, sports, and friends occupy your time; sometimes it is hard to find some individuality,
It is time to settle down and start a family, your whole life becomes reality.
Playing golf, retiring in style, all the while you grow closer to the last mile,
Sick and tired to the bone, realizing now it is time for the final trial.
Friends and family all come to pay their respect; I never understood that mystery,
The final tribute is with the epitaph, everyone who reads it will know my legacy.
How is it determined if you will be able to experience all stages?
They say there is a deity that will ultimately put us in our cages.

poem by Drew Miller
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