I think about that sometimes

I think about that sometimes.

we are all on the conveyor belt of life,

starting out as white slices, our wrinkled skin

and dark innocent eyes.

we bronze in the sun, bask in the warmth

(we hope) and edge towards darkness

finally looking out towards the light.

our companions beside us, we move 

forward realizing that one day everyone

we know will die, 

we know ourselves, we say

and we too will die.