As we move through life

The cycle of life
It moves
It grows

We move through life like we outgrow clothes
It changes, it grooves, it shines, it flows
It stagnates, it clunks, it despairs and wallows
The cycle moves and our moods will follow
Or take the lead..
To newer news and older olds
Into warmer warms and colder colds
The cycle moves sometimes too fast
Before we've made our peace at last
With those gone before us

Into the next phase
Of the cycle.