The Four Stages of Life
Life is a package of stages,
all of us have to live through,
and the first is a great miracle,
until we are given that clue.
So the first stage of life is over,
and the innocence never restores.
I remember how I liked it better,
believing there is Santa Claus.
And now the first heartbreak is over,
I should have known it’s all a ruse,
for wherever I seemed to wander,
Santa’s would cloud out my views.
So in my second stage of life,
is where one completely ignores,
the man in the red flannel suit,
for I know there is no Santa Claus.
My hormones have given me urges,
and girls look quite pretty at last,
so magnets of human description,
drew me into a die that I caste.
Now I’m into the third stage of life,
namely the corporate jaws,
where credit is due year after year,
because now I am Santa Claus.
And so the family near broke me,
from that one day of the year,
beneath the wisp of mistletoe,
but the years quickly disappear.
And so the fourth stage is with me.
I’ve battled with worry and flaws,
now my hair is white and I’ve grown a beard,
and today I look like Santa Claus.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2019
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