My Rubik's Cube

This puzzling cube - red, green and blue
And yellow, and white, and orange too
With scratches marring its glossy coating
It creaks as it turns, as if it is gloating

Solve me, it says, see if you can
You’ll never solve me in your short lifespan
I laugh to myself, well isn’t this fun
And with a twist of my hands the cube is done

While life doesn’t always go as we hope
You have control over this colourful kaleidoscope
You can twist it and turn it to get it where you want
But life’s a beast and control will never be more than a hunch

The satisfaction is absolutely unmatched
And your concentration makes you seem detached
Your friends all sigh when they see it in your hand
But are intrigued as the colours draw them in like quicksand

But one day, I say, one day it will end
This cube will no longer be a good friend
It’s bones will break, it’s clever connections shattered
And you will buy a new one, wondering why your first one ever mattered