Ages...

An innocent soul

With 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

It is all very trying.

But it’s all worth in the end,

When you seem him happy and flying.

Now he independent,

He is a rebel.

He’s an adventure junkie and an enthusiast.

It has become a part of him

To lose his temperament and yell.

From a boy to man

His life has been reshaped.

He’s mature, he’s wise.

With his experiences and knowledge,

He knows how to deal with his allies.

With a drift in time

His hair turned grey.

He doesn’t like to worry about the worldly affairs,

And prefers to keep them at bay.

He’s thin, he’s wary

And delicately frail.

He knows that his tender life would soon give up,

And drop the sail.