Turntables

What if we all became turn tables?

What if we all aged in reverse?

From old to young, from wrinkles to blanket soft

But one thing is sure, at whatever end,

Demise is basic

We were all made to live and die

The aftermath depends on two things,

God and your handiwork

The young wants to age quickly, the old wants back to being 16

Enjoy whatever stage you’re at

Accept the flaws and perks of it

For they only come once

But how funny it is, life is a merry go round

From being cared for

To being care giving

Back to being cared for

Balance