Aevitas (Stages)

An innocent soul

With those big round eyes,

He enters the world

With his sharp pitched cries.

He is naughty,

He is buddin'

With his angelic face so pretty,

Nobody can't help

But keep him lovin'.

The child grows into a toddler,

People claim him to look

More like his father.

The tantrums, the defiance

Is all very trying,

But it's totally worth in the end

When you see them happy and flying.

Now he is independent

He is a rebel,

He is an adventure junkie and an enthusiast,

It has become a part of him

To lose his temperament and yell!

From a boy to a man

His life has been reshaped.

He is mature, he is wise

With his experience and knowledge,

He knows how to cope up with his allies.

With a drift in time,

His hair turned grey.

He does not like to worry

'Bout the worldly affairs,

And prefers to keep them at bay.

He is thin, he is wary

And delicately frail,

He knows his tender life would

Soon give up and drop the sail.