The End

So the other day I wrote a poem. It was my haiku. Basically it just says that another day comes. Days come and go and they never end. The day doesn't end. It just bleeds into the next one. The last line about the water is saying that nature never ends. The water pushes forward and then pulls back. Over and over again, never ceasing. And after I read over the poem again I realized that even though the days never end, I will. So why am I wasting my days? I won't be young forever.