Nine months of waiting in the womb,

A wait that I never known,

Yet I still came, my future looms.

I took my first steps alone,

I overcame my walking feat in gloom,

I grew up, my muscles got strong, as did my bones.

My friends, lively as I, or so I presumed.

Attached to them I had grown,

But one day, one instilled self-doom.

When I heard, I was still as stone,

Who would have known of what loomed?

Appreciating life I should have,

Too late, he's already down.

What was once white now is a red gown.