Then kid
Then young
Then old it goes
When you let life change and grow
[Childhood]
Then hands to hands, person to person
Then the strong muscles and stood on his own legs
Then spoke words that finally made sense
When the baby grew into a kid
Then pure heart and freedom to express
Then pressure to learn and dreams to chase
Then creepy chapters of books and exams to cry
That stopped him from even trying
That absolute dream that he really had
When the kid started growing so hard
Then, the seeds of society got implanted in mind,
And he made friends, many of whom lied
Then suddenly image and fame were more crucial than just the right
Then came restriction on freedom of choice,
To choose what the heart didn’t deny
When the brain went on the track
Set by weak people for years, but was a real lie
[Student life]
Then asking money from parents was alright
Then ideas and passion were so bright
Then going abroad or struggling with no support was the only left choice
When a student grew so fast and made a decision that could be his last
[Marriage and Children]
Then job, marriage, and paycheck; a clerk,
Or own a company with employees that make money in bulk
Then children, family, and responsibilities grew high
Then, the children grew and the wife described,
What, and, when, and, where, and, why
All the time,
So loud,
He didn’t even know ‘the why’
Then he lived for not his life,
But to raise a family and keep them above so high
When the man grew up, gave more lives, left his passion, and lived for the child
[Children Grown Up]
Then the blessings from parents were not in the options, they left the earth and he did cry
Then no more voice for him could rise
Then asking money from children was not so right
When his children grew up to be men,
And he couldn’t work as his old age was coming alive
[Old Age and Death]
Then came the stage of life when the muscles were not so tight
Then came the stage of life when eyes and ears tried so hard
To listen and see those who were not around
Then no love, no lies,
No money could keep his cells alive
When the old man lived the last part of his life
Tried so hard
Cried his last
Counted the days and depression in mind,
Fear of being left behind by own people and all around
Then came the tears in the eyes
Then became the skin too dry
Then came in the mind the memories of his life,
the phases, and real treasures of life
Then all treatment for him became no more a choice
As he was in pain and living more will be worse than to die
Then the beautiful flower became ready to fall apart
Then the soul was ready to depart
Then cells stopped replicating and went not so far
Then mitochondria died,
Then organs failed,
Then the soul left him,
Then suddenly everyone called him a BODY
When old age came to an end and he did die
With only story left behind
With only memories left behind.