The First Steps

Time goes on endlessly, it scars and mends,
It helps and stops us as we come and go.
As one of us ascends, another one descends,
At the behest of time's immortal flow.

I look as I am thrust upon the world,
Surrounded by such virtue and such vice.
I watch, amused, as life becomes unfurled,
With warmth of kindness and the cold of ice.

As I grow and play out my part in life,
And fill the only mold that's made for me,
The doors begin to open through my strife,
As I become the man I'm meant to be.

At last, my time arrives, to do or die,
I rise and open feathered wings to fly.