We’re born,
Bloody travelers from nowhere:
Infinite possibilities,
Statistical improbabilities.
We cry,
Orators with no skills:
Filled with emotion,
Lost in an Ocean .
We sleep …
Innocent, but wary:
Drenched in primal dreams,
Prone to icy screams.
We grow:
Stumblin’-mumblin’
Day-to-day,
December-to-May.
We speak,
Coaxed by love:
“Goo-goo; ga-ga.”
“Ma-Ma; Da-Da.”
We live,
Dueling with strife:
Waving & Raving;
Saving & Craving.
We die,
Stuffed in a box.
Covered with dirt,
Ending the Hurt.
NOTE: With gratitude to @SusanCLibrarian for her gentle comments & thoughtful suggestions. (Read the original “Eat, Drink — Sleep, Die” here.)
