HOW ABOUT THIS?

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:
Caught in baby dreams,
Prone to scary 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 & Saving.
Craving & Raving.

We die,
Stuffed in a box.
Covered with dirt,
Never to hurt.