The UnReal

A piece of wood adrift on the ocean ,
Tossed by the waves with destiny uncertain ,
Colour fading , into thin air ,
A breeze dying , oh despair !
The moon passing behind a cloud ,
A smile turning into a frown ,
A flower falling to the dust ,
A song ending, ...... as it must .

Suddenly , I felt withered and old ,
My vision seemed to be dim , weak seemed my hold ,
My arms wrinkled , my back bent,
Lord where had all those years been spent !