As We Grow

When all hell breaks loose
This is the time
We sit and think
Still wondering

What makes us grow
A teacher who guides us
Our parents who nuture us
Or friendships,fiends and acquaintances

Who bound us through cycle
Endless cycle
Whilst we grow
Tall,short, thin or fat

Yet; unable to
Thoughts unknown and foreign
Still new
Thy' unknown

For better or for worst
Time would guide
In shaping us
Near or far

Father of Death
Will come unto us
As a matter of time
In seconds, minutes or even hours away

Thou' as GOD did once said
In accordance with our virtues
Unknowingly
With or without unshed TEARS

IF THERE IS ANY TEARS
AT ALL
DRIED UP
WITH UNDEFINITE

Destiny or cycle
We are in
Cycling everyday
We do daily

Dear readers please ponder still as TIME is short but not of BEHOLD STRENGTH or even if there is ANY LEFT...............