My Life

My Life



My life is like a rose,

Not yet fully bloomed.

Waiting like a patient owl,

For the rising of the moon.



My life is like a leaf,

Blowing on the wind.

Knowing not where it blows,

Or where it should descend.



My life is like a book,

It’s pages old and worn.

Cover to cover is filled with,

Memories since I was born.



My life is like a butterfly,

Merry as can be.

Until the day it to shall die,

And no more seem to be.