We are all paper

Aren’t we all like a piece of paper
Some are decorated and shine like a glaze paper
Some are folded in so many creases like a crepe paper
Some are happy to be just a flowery wrapping paper
And some though so useful are just like tissue paper
But in the end all of them
Are folded crushed or crumpled
Burnt to ashes
And again ready for a new cycle of life