The moaning of labour pains welcomes the birth of life again
With cries of infancy the infant reigns
Pitter patter of little feet as the horizon flees
youth comes in with a lot of din
The world is yours if you have guts to win
The grey sets in, the autumn of life begins
Follies of life are forgotten wisdom of years is brought in
The fires of desires burn low
The stream of life slows
Then with bated breath one waits for the silence of death.