Stages of Life

To birth is joy, an overflow of soaring

Happiness.

A new generation,

A beautiful thing.

Hence, from then time races, flies

As it flaps away it's wings.

A fleeing dream is chased,

All for what it brings.

The girl is never burdened by her work,

Awhile she sings.

The dead is wailed over, in hurt and pain

... death stings.

One life, several stages

In between the lines,

Birth to death

For everyone, it's the same thing.