From the Womb,he comes around ;
truly ignorant of the world around ,
he laughs and cries at his will,
Unknown thoughts his mind does fill.
There comes a time when he learns to stand,
his innocent mind begins to understand,
he unravels the world as if his own,
lives in his fantasy until sufficiently grown.
Youth is a period of utter unrest ;
daily he competes,to keep himself abreast,
it is the time he discovers love,
which blows his mind,to the land above,
Into a man,he now does grow,
learns to spill blood and sweat on his brow,
Now he becomes a family man,
gone are the days when,from his responsibilities, he ran.
Middle Age is a nasty period,
his body slows down,and starts to wear,
still he fights in his resilience,
hides the pain,with utter brilliance,
In his old age,he starts to rest,
finally bowing before the Almighty's test,
the soul is tired,and so is he,
now he waits,to be set free.
The End of Road,finally comes near,
he is ready,to greet the Biggest Fear,
the soul takes a temporary recess,
thus comes the end,of The Long Process.
