The grip of the constrictor <br />slowly takes a hold to squeeze <br />all the life out of them <br />You can hear their bones crack <br />as they begin to lose all <br />the motion they once had as a youth <br />Their life is now filled with decay <br />The youth cringe at the sight of this <br />looking into the crystal ball of their future <br />The family turns into a rain of sadness <br />that clouds their mind with this storm <br />of the realization of the elders changing hands <br />They are not yet ready to be declared the elders <br />nor are they as mentally strong as the current ones <br />I do not want to see you go but it is a part of life's cycle<br /><br />Cokbod Lodwogo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-constrictor/
