Thrive
a poem
1 min readSep 19, 2022
They grow, hearty and vibrant,
as you wither and fade.
Naught but a skeleton
of your former self remains.
And that is just life’s way.
Seasons of plenty and want;
some peak as others wane.
It is their time to thrive, yes.
But this is not your end.
Rest does not mean death.
There is still time yet.