Life is a loaf of bread
It starts out beautiful and whole
Each unique
With its own ingredients
Bakers
And style of bread

Slowly but surely
Time eats away at the loaf
Slice by slice
And what isn't eaten by time
Is eaten by spores
Some sticking around for much longer
Than need be
Turning a once delicious loaf of bread
Into a rotting end piece of nothingness
Until it all disappears

Degradation is the story.
Life is a loaf of bread.