Life

A baby wakes to his birthing morning,
His parents by his bedside yawning.
So precious and small, not a thought for despair.
As yet he wakes so small and fair.
He opens his eyes, to see the world,
Raising his arms his hands unfurled.
A word is said to his parent's pride,
He grows so well his heart is wide.

At noon's approach he stands up tall,
Not yet swayed by fell nor fall.
He waves away his parents home,
And sets to live as he was shown.
A life of peace, a prosperous stead,
He finds his love in a golden head
A maiden fair, as kind as he
Their love just grows and so does she.

His household grows by far and plenty,
Their children now by age of twenty.
So they two; wave goodbye,
And from the nest they leave to fly.
The day draws on and the man grows grey,
His children left from his household bay.
His brow is frowned and worn with age,
He now sits back as such a sage.

Night begins as darkness falls,
And he hears his mother’s morning calls,
He knows his end is drawing near,
His mind still sharp just as his ear.
His eyes now close
His ending flows.