You're born afresh,
A drop of life, a promise of potential.
A bit of earth transformed from ash into a mold
Then breathed the breath of uncertainty.
It all begins as time abundant
The years a crop of plenty.
But reality does steal one's life with pride
A hobby that chips away at dreams.
While infants grow, the sun gleams down
Highlighting adventure in the wait.
A golden gleam laced with mystified depth
Some good, some bad, all unique.
And with this gleam comes bursts of light
A gift, or curse, to each recipient.
The life's event takes place in such
One's first encounter with reality.
Time does march on with steady gait
For each the pace differs.
That child enters maturity
A bundle now a man.
The ash we sparked with inner light
Moves us gracefully through life.
Steady modes of travel
A car eventually we must all return.
Man fools not time
And no one claims such exception.
Not women, nor religious views
Nor ethnic premonition.
One may fear old age
For the thief is more direct.
Taking in jolly fits what makes your life
Like health, possibility.
Pain acts as alarms of age
Reminding one of their lack of invincibility.
The indication that time does tick
And take without morality.
But what great luck to know deep down
There are the allies of the inner spark.
Two brave elements timeless and ever-pure
The greatest possessions of all.
Memory and love persist
Little children undiscovered in such a war.
To continue past a single life
A vine of custom in the family tree.
And with such friends
Aging need not be feared.
For life's path to that ultimate end
Is worth the walk.
