Time slows, almost comes to a stop,
like the never falling, frozen last drop.
From the prison of inaction, the drop is freed.
Time speeds up again, at break neck speed.
You can't take any more, life throws another blow.
Knocks the wind out of you, when you're at your lowest low.
Just when you raise your hands and lose all hope,
life turns around and throws you a rope.
They're on the park bench, drowning in each other's eyes,
ready to be together, till one of them dies.
With tearful eyes, she slaps him hard.
Once cutlery, now shard.
once a new born baby, kicking and alive,
now six feet under, countless maggots thrive.
Ups and downs are not part of life,
ups and downs are life.