Life is a pattern
Of moving forward
As soon as one is born.
From helpless babe
To restless child
To rebellious adolescent
Becoming strong-willed adult,
Leading to anxious middle age,
Slowing down
Getting old
'til frailty and illness set in,
'til life comes to an end.
Life is a pattern
Of moving on,
Of never going back,
From birth to death,
From cradle to grave.
The same pattern we track.
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