Sticks

Sticks for birth
  Clobber the
   midpiece
  into sight

Sticks for childhood
   also find the sun
 making an attempt
  to eat the other half
 
Sticks for youth
   In custody
  of the parantheses
 
Sticks for middle age
might as well
  try to
   climb them
 
Sticks for old age
   a bend in the back
     nearly epitomizes
   their existence
    within a hapless moment

Sticks for death
  A greased leg
    that won't burn
   because it rained
even though everyone cared

Sticks for the time being
  Your brain withstanding,
    we can recollect
life as something totally
     different