We are born with it
And grow with it
It helps us discover new pleasures
And worlds
We never knew existed
Our worlds become corrupt
Poisoning our minds with reality
As we grow older
Until we cannot see the fantasy world
Of our past
Our rose colored glasses
Have turned gray
And we have lost it
Until it finds our children
When they are brought
Into a brand new world.
He used to be so strong
But gravity and time
Have done their worst-
Pulling on his skin
Stretching it
Making it sag
Before replacing it
Back onto his face, his body
Making him look aged
Well beyond his years.
He used to be an extrovert
Easygoing and outgoing
But his age is catching up with him
While his friends and family
Leave him behind-
Left to fend for himself
Without company
Or even a helping hand.
He used to be naive
But life has been rough on him-
He has struggled
And strived for success
As he wares himself out
Working hard to obtain
The American Dream
Gone are his looks
Youth and innocence
Replaced with the wisdom of an experienced man.