Twenty One Year Leases of Life

Twenty one years a man grows To become a full human. He will battle all life's woes And must prosper if he can. Another score and one years he grows To be now a full grown man. By this time his role in life he knows And has honed his acumen. Yet a score and one years he grows To be fully confident. By this time the seeds he throws And starts to become redundant. Twenty one more years he grows And may display highly polished weapons In things pertaining to mind and soul. But he is now in expiring seasons! He may enter another twenty one To be a hundred and five years, But he is now but a child of his son And cowed by all kinds of fears! A further lease a few may start But like a child they often cry. They are simply far from smart! And in this season they'll surely die! Six twenty one year leases of life Is the most anyone can get! Years are no preserve of the wise; One needs luck and a lowly mindset! Methuselah got plenty of leases: Well over nine centuries of life! It was closer to man's origins, When man's body could long survive! Genesis 5: 27