Life

Something a little different today.  A poem inspired by the pictoral prompt over at Magpie Tales.

Here's the Pic:

Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton

Here's the poem:

Life 

In springtime I was born anew,

Young I was, and green.

But carefully tended that season through,

I matured, both strong and lean.

My golden head grew straight and tall

With every summer rain;

And I, the king of my furrowed hall,

Knew naught of want and pain.

But come the autumn, colored red and brown,

I began to feel my age;

And knew my fate was to be struck down,

No use was it to rage.

Gathered in, I was, then ground to dust,

My life had run its span.

A victim of time’s insatiable lust;

So goes both grain and man.