A D A R K E N E D B R A N C H

Its a wonder how the youth loses their youth,

How the old lose their life.

How the fittest lose their legs,

Or how the innocent lose their naïve-ness.

And plucked from an evergreen cycle,

To be littered and grittled.

To be ashy and stringy.

To be fragile and at the same time,

Nothing at all.

A gloomy darkened branch,

Of what life extends as an Olive branch.

That is the darkened branch of human life....