Ever since the creation of mankind
Life has puzzled the human mind
Has anybody ever questioned its origin?
Poets, philosophers , sociologists are still behind the margin
The first man's companion were darkness and solitude
God created Eve to fight this nigritude
Living together they populated the world
For their children to say their word
Made up of three stages
man spends life through different ages
Childhood, adolescence and oldness are the main frames
That fit in the games
Why do we cry on our arrival?
Because life is not a carnival
It is rather a mission
Where everyone tries to maintain his position
Juts like a coin with two sides
Life looks easy inside but tough outside
But whether head or tail
The ship has to sail
Categories:
nigritude, age, creation, games, life,
Form: Rhyme