Walking into the door from the outside cold

Feel the blast of warmth from the building inside and hits her with a gust

Looking around to see food spread along the table

Just like a showcase, it calls for her

At the end of the night, it's not as scrumptious looking

The food is now leftovers, now aged

The food is more of an eye sore than a mouth water

But it kept her warm, nourished her body and it was delicious 

The creation of life is everywhere

Watching as people or things grow and grow

Learning and becoming someone, something

But they eventually stop growing

Stop learning, but teaching

She becomes nourished with knowledge, to give life and lessons to the new

She loses her mouth-watering look to allow others to experience 

She is now wise, the gust of warm wind guiding young

At the end of the night becoming aged doesn't have to be negative