Poem — Whatever this way may come

Time will spend you,

life will make you cry,

the future will haunt you,

the past you’re yet to try.

Steps forward will lead back,

enemies will show you the light,

mistakes will keep you on track,

and your friends you’ll have to fight.

Passion will make you cold,

patience will make you burn,

action will make you old,

in a memory you shall turn.

Books will write your story

with no words or meaning.

Pain will be your only glory

as you are born screaming.