The Infant cries as he leaves the warm shelter of certainty.
A Toddler sifts through the grime, taking on the world, as the world takes on his test of time.
A Toddler dreams in the bed, clean and white, while the sun shines his future wide and bright.
A Child prays for the health of his mother, begging the sky not to take her, having taken the other.
A Child sings of nature, the beauty of the world, as the blessings of life and comfort unfurl.
A Teen darts through the valleys, his tail burnt by the flickering of cop lights, his panic lost in the alleys.
A Teen strides through the corridors, privilege gleaming, books brimmed with knowledge and meaning.
An Adult crawls out of chains, clothes torn, ahead the choices of deceitful lanes.
An Adult strides to wealth with black suit shine, the clean-cut carpeted line.
And yet a ticket of fortune may reverse the binds of torture, spite losing hold of the future.
And yet a grasp of greed may crumble the girders of gold, as collapse and despair unfold.
An Old Man swims in the sea of joy, memories of pain swept by the flood of the news of the boy.
An Old Man drowns in the tides of sorrow, the songs of nature lost to the dread of tomorrow.
The Deceased sighs as he returns to the warm shelter of certainty.
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