STAGES

STAGES A child A Mischief and a chide Inquisitive and bright Conglomeration of bliss and ecstatic sight. Now let's enter Into life of a adult banter Poignant and enchanter Stuck in intricacies of emotions Sometimes fervent, at times swaddled with tenebrific notions. Now comes old age Experienced man steerage With wrinkled lineage Growing yet glowing Resting after vivacious race. No matter What the stage is We seek tranquility We bleak at times Yet we implore for serenity. The cycle goes on Coalesced with conflicts And happy symphony With some cachinnation And some cacophony.