A Dissolving Life

A repost.

When he turned four years old, his mother asked him what kind of cake he wanted

And he said strawberry because it was yummy

And his three friends came over because they cared for him

And the cake dissolved suddenly in their mouths

But he had a smile on his face because he was happy

When he turned thirteen years old, his mother asked him what kind of cake he wanted 

And he said chocolate because everyone loves chocolate

And two of his friends came over because the third one had moved away

And the cake dissolved quickly in their mouths

But he had a grin on his face because he was content

When he turned eighteen years old, his mother asked him what kind of cake he wanted

And he said plain because life was bland

And one of his friends came over because the second one had a girlfriend

And the cake dissolved slowly in their mouths

But he did not have an expression on his face because he expected it all 

When he turned twenty-four years old, his mother did not ask him what kind of cake he wanted

Because she was dead

And none of his friends came over because the first one had forgotten about him

And the gun did not dissolve in his mouth

But he had a smile on his face as he fell to the floor