The first time you see light, the day you are born.

The sound of you breathing makes your mother cry.

Lying there,

with a smile on your face.

A sign on new life.

Nothing to worry about.

Years pass and you become mature.

Trying to make an impact,

trying to have people follow in your footsteps.

Striving to achieve and reach your life goal.

To satisfy the world.

Nothing to worry about.

Then comes a time when you are old.

You try to speak,

even if you aren’t heard.

Living your last years of life.

Positive,

all the time.

Nothing to worry about.

You then get sick.

Needing help,

you are dying.

In deep pain,

wishing for peace.

Wishing for death.

When you fall asleep and never wake up.

Peace.

And still,

nothing to worry about.