“The Debt All Men Owe”

I open my eyes
The day welcomes me into its guise
But there is a surprise;
Where the sun shines
A shadow always abides

On the street sides
Flowers rest
Bright with anticipation,
Fair at best
Their vigor still alive

But they will eternally not thrive
They will meet fate,
The one who beauty devours,
All will succumb to his powers

I watch as vigor metamorphs into pain
And beauty wanes
No one claims true victory over him;
If you happen to remain this day
Know that,
He could always knock the next.

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