When I was three

And filled with glee

I sang and danced

Giggled and pranced

When I was five

I really became alive

I sailed the great oceans

And drank magic potions

When I was nine

I built a shrine

To my former self

The dainty doll who fell off the shelf

When I was thirteen

I put up a screen

To divide me from the rest of the world

So I could stay huddled and furled

When I was twenty

I tried to earn plenty

But I only scraped by

And always asked why

When I was twenty three

I retreated to the sea

A wanderer I became

Simply trying to reignite the flame

When I was thirty one

I settled near an oak tree under the sun

Spent my days tilling the land

Admiring the scenery, oh so grand

When I was forty eight

I became filled with hate

Anger consumed me

And I cut down my oak tree

When I was sixty seven

I opened the gates to heaven

Stars poured out

Daffodils began to sprout

When I was eighty one

I caressed the sun

Felt its warmth against my limbs

While I sang ancient hymns

When I was ninety eight

I was greeted by fate

The human condition

The inevitable end of the ignition

When I was three

I was filled with glee

Now I am but ashes in the sea

Come and find me