the irony of life

engulfed in blood you came to earth
an object of your parents love
with the blessings of the higher power above
you laughed you cried and lived your life

years go by and you got bored
rushed through your single childhood
to grow up

years go by and looking back
you long to be a child again

you lose your health making money
and in turn lose money restoring your health
in later years

you think anxiously about the future
forgetting the present
such that you live neither in the present or future

like a blooming flower
you live as if will never die
and die as if they never lived

such are the ironies of your fragile life
such are the ironies of your own destiny