Decay Poem by Maddi Eden

Everything will decay
Almost like a mockery, because
It's here today
It won't be for long.

The soggy blackening peel
Of your recently ripe banana
The way our lives will all congeal
Hidden away from us.

The deepening etched lines
On a woman's aged face
Those swiftly advancing signs
The clock is always ticking.

But we do not think
Of it; we put it away
And swiftly blink
It doesn't matter.

Or else try and destroy all
Traces of our death
Let's delay the moment we must fall
(Perhaps it can even be averted) .

The surgeries, the endless creams
The detoxes and workouts
All the while, we tear gently at the seams
Anyway.