Fear the unlived life: a ballad, told in haiku.

I come into this
World red-faced with tears streaming
Sweet life has begun

My first tooth appears
Everything else follows suit
I walk, talk, dance, sing

School is a strange place
The children aren't very nice
They take my lunch money

High school means questions:
Who am I? What do I want?
Sex, drugs, more mistakes

Dazed and confused in
the "real world." Life is bills and
heartbreak. I'm lonely.

Now bound in holy
Matrimony, life speeds up
Life passes me by

Children have children
I have grown old and very tired
Things are very quiet

Death comes to retrieve
Me from my solitary
Life. And so I die.