The Drain of Life

I see the runoff from the storm drain Hear it rushing to the ground I can’t stop beholding This simple act unfolding In the twilit night I watch the water fall down Graceless to the ground I watch it flow over the old concrete And to my self I can’t help but think This is true the nature Of us human beings Once we were pure Small Droplets all so true Unplain and unperceivable Falling through air’s limbo stairs Then we were born And hit the dirty roof of life From crystal drizzle In to a muddy murk Turn into grimy streams Running on shingles of muck! Then it’s down, In time, a drain That has us all entwined Our disgusting bodies combined To form what is like, a rushing river Of murky, unclean, defiance Down that shaft we think were giants! Then we hit the ground And truth becomes much clearer We slowly trek Through a broad path unclear Yet we’re cowards and only move wish others We move in packs for fear! Then down another drain we fall This drain gated, Curved, unsure We fall into the all so putrid depths of age AGE ! The age Of putrid invariety When all will rot in body and brain Then the end When all is one for true We reach the sea NOW we see The truth of all so many things ……………………………….. And then it may Begin again For those of you Too foolish to understand