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.