Growth

Out of dust we were made Men, in the best form And in the womb we were laid The womb of whom we all call mom After nine months, we arrive Unto this unruly world Forward we all aim to drive As destined by the omnipresent God And like trees we grow Towards the light And like oceans it flows The blood that gives the body its might At teenage age, we begin to struggle To make the future better At any slight reprimand, we grumble Even though it is to get our lives together Emotions begin to spring Emotions different from that of blood The feeling of love and hatred that emotions bring Drops on us with a thud We progress to adulthood Burdened with bigger responsibilities Activities that alter our mood We work with larger capacity We become parents of our own Family is all we think of Waiting on our children to get grown After we've catered for them enough At one stage we become children again The stage we become old Depending on our procreations to ease our pain Because we are no longer bold And finally we die And to dust we return The scriptures do not lie And for the evil doers in hell they shall burn.