The Cycle We Circle

As children- we're told not to worry,
As children- we're read bedtime stories,
As children- our anger simply melts away,
As children- we play outside each day.

As teenagers- we're told not to worry,
As teenagers- we shed bedtime stories,
As teenagers- we are always stressed,
As teenagers- we are constantly pressed.

As young adults- we worry more,
As young adults- we open doors,
As young adults-we learn to drive,
As young adults- we simply try to survive.

As adults- we hold our tongues,
As adults- we take care of our young,
As adults- we receive new responsibilities, 
As adults- we struggle through life's tragedies.

As old men and women- we look back on life,
As old men and women- we continue to fight, 
As old men and women-we stay at home with family,
As old men and women- we drive a leather Camry.

As we are buried- sobs arise to the air,
As we are buried- cries scream: "It isn't fair!",
As we are buried- we're still in their hearts,
As we are buried- we understand we have done our part...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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April 3, 2015 at 12:19 PM
Well Penned, Gracelyn. Because you have arranged your poem in four-line rhymed verses, it could be called a Quatrain. If you had separated it into two-line verses, your rhyme pattern would then classify it as the couplet form. Hope this helps. It's a very nice poem.
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