Decay
By JFarrell
As I sleep
My skin dies and is renewed
I don’t know the full working of my body
But I suppose other things
Also decay and are renewed
My teeth definitely
Decay
And this is just me
My body
My existence
All around me, around us
Decay
is there to be seen
To be noted
To be cried over
And it is necessary
Leaves, vegetation
Decay
to feed the newborn growth
Of new trees, new flowers
We decay,
constantly,
To feed the cell replication factory
Within us.
Decay
Is seen as so sad, so negative
But it is necessary
For new life to spring anew