The Stages of Life

I rise in the morning like a bright new flower crawling, staggering and falling like the leaflets of a ripe flowers. With my four wek limbs and my toothless mouth sucking and pulling the nipple of her breast and feeling her warmth. I rise in the day like a healthy young bird running, jumping and singing like a matured bird. I rise in the evening going back to my early age, with weak body, my grey hair and the wrinkles that show the age. My two limbs can no longer give the support without a staff staggering, falling here and there till i say "adieu" to the world.