"The River of Life"

As we live and die at the same time in the clocks bosom;
my experiences have transmuted to pearls of wisdom.
Sit with me here, near the river of life,
and see its futile reflections as seeds blossom, wither and perish.

Once I had shiny cheeks and pointed nipples I used to cherish.
See ,they are antiqued, flaccid with wrinkled faces.
Even my flatulence no longer adds its usual fragrances.
My teeth fall off and eating comes with its own challenges.
Don't worry my child, have no worries only wait and see, but live with pride as you age;
And never forget to smile with a happy face.

Source: cmcghana.blogspot.com/PoetryGH