Evolution From Birth To Death

New clock comes to a home

Stop not is its motto.

But how many days it move (s)?

Time does not stop ever.

But it's an object photo!

One day it will end

Moving hands of life's clock remain still,

Can't move anymore

Hands of clock now doing chill.

No tricks will work that day,

Medicine packs as battery remain just play ,

Looks like a fool,

Heated Watch becomes cool!

Situation will deteriorate in no time;

Who once was an active, beneficent friend of all,

On that day become very useless he will,

Turn to an inanimate object 

Dustbin becomes his one and only place.

Those golden days will fade into oblivion,

No one would think twice about him.

On the pages of some invisible memory,

there will be only engravings:

Of Good and bad times—

From an important position to an unimportant one;

From a safe shelter to the shelter under the sky open;

One and unique will be lost,

In the crowd of thousands of garbage.

Age after age passed...

The skeletons will fossilize underground one day,

The present will become the past.

It's a really history!

This history is not only his.

It's the history of everyone's,

From lively to inanimate objects.