We are born to face this world Yet we know about the farthest future. In the beginning we crawl, Then we walk till last and at last we fall with a grief gesture. One day we have to leave this world and go Yet we are busy for ourselves and do not become selfless server. We become more and more selfish and do not bow This is a poem for the humans and not for the regardless reader.
The rhyme scheme is AB CB DB EB, and last two words of the rhyme scheme of B are in alliteration.