MILK

I am like a gallon of milk.
Like milk comes from the cow,
I come from something bigger
than myself.
I have an important purpose
and I hold incredible potential.
Milk can become chocolate, white, or strawberry.
It can be a milkshake, icecream yogurt,
and even cheese.
I can also become a multitude of things.
But if nothing else is certain,
It is that
I have an expiration date.
One day, I will grow old and perish.
So for now, I will fill my days with meaning
For as that day draws nearer
My chances become slimmer.
I don't want to say goodbye
Without having taken something with me
But moreso, left something behind.
We are all milk
In this huge dairy factory.