the form of a can
sometimes knows its age
like a clown
between make-up changes

feel it
the growing age
of your body

thought you were invincible
when you were a happy child
playing hopscotch in the driveway

but like the tree
that grows and falls to pieces,
you too will fall apart
soon to disappear
beneath the ground
or into the fire
to crumble into ashes
just to blend in with everything
never really to be seen again

and the age of the can
is seen slowly rusting away