Time is the avenger of ourselves and most of all
things, even from the point of conception death
starts where life begins. we exist in the shadows
of our very own mortality, spiritually growing yet
physically fading, as the seconds pass in reality.
a life time of emotion experiences are required,
gathered seemingly for nothing to waste away
and expire, perhaps the greatest purpose is to
only have lived just long enough to contribute
then pass is on to the kids?