We were born old,
toothless and bald?
With wrinkly knees
On which we would crawl.

Our hands and face
spotted with age.
But our parents don’t worry
It’s only a phase.

For soon there after
Year after year,
The wrinkles and spots
Start to disappear.

At twenty our hair
is still streaked with grey.
But the wrinkles get less
and less everyday.

By forty we’re fit
Ever on the go.
Our eyes clear and bright,
our skin all aglow.

At sixty we’re invincible,
Healthy and strong
With knowledge and wisdom
we can do no wrong.

By ninety we’re once again
Toothless and bald,
Unsteady on our feet
we prefer to crawl.

An ever repeating cycle
Whose course we can chart.
For it comes out the same
From either end we start.