My life, is like the path of the sun,
Rising with the deep red hues of my birth,
increasing in splendour, as time goes on,
filling the sky as I hit the prime of life.
Now, the day goes on,
and I grow weaker, older, more weary,
closer and closer to the ground,
and once again, like the sun,
I am a red hue, but now I change,
to the silvery glow of the moon
as my life ebbs away,
and death draws the curtain of my life.
Steve Armstrong
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-ebbs-away/
