Seven Stages of Life
When you're born, so fresh, so new,
being an infant is easy to do.
Then you're a toddler, starting to walk,
starting to play, starting to talk.
On the way to school, happy and bold;
better be young before you get old.
Teenage years have temptations that are bad for the soul,
you cannot escape them, because they leave a hole.
Already married with kids and a spouse,
you have your own car, you have your own house.
Retired and lazy, you rock in your chair,
life's gone by quick; and so has your hair.
Down in the ground is where you now lay,
death is an adventure, you'll be okay.
Copyright © Hal Richard | Year Posted 2008
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