Poetic Verses
Cycle
This may be said over years repeatedly
That one has to age before the coming of beauty
This may be true to a very high degree
Because that ship called life must sail many a sea
In the cradle resting as a little baby
Laying there so quietly and so helplessly
But joy rings out in the house, never do yet
The day when you took that first step
As time progresses there is lots of pleasure
Those joys success brings too much to measure
Especially it was some of a lifelong desire
This would be a moment elevated to an invaluable treasure
Those joyous hours on seeing the children
Have grown up to be very responsible citizens
Now you relax and on the face wear a smile
While romping and playing with a grand child
Sometimes you may not realize it, but you sigh
At how quickly the years have flown by
And those stairs that quickly you ascend with a run
Now to climb them is pain not fun
But what is hurtful in these moments too
Is to know that some of your friends cannot remember you
As those cognitive impairment limits the memory
This can certainly have an effect on ones pride and dignity
So as we stride up that ages road so uncertain
How in the process we once again are like children
Seemingly at times to be so weak and helpless
Completing the cycle and then take that rest
That one has to age before the coming of beauty
This may be true to a very high degree
Because that ship called life must sail many a sea
In the cradle resting as a little baby
Laying there so quietly and so helplessly
But joy rings out in the house, never do yet
The day when you took that first step
As time progresses there is lots of pleasure
Those joys success brings too much to measure
Especially it was some of a lifelong desire
This would be a moment elevated to an invaluable treasure
Those joyous hours on seeing the children
Have grown up to be very responsible citizens
Now you relax and on the face wear a smile
While romping and playing with a grand child
Sometimes you may not realize it, but you sigh
At how quickly the years have flown by
And those stairs that quickly you ascend with a run
Now to climb them is pain not fun
But what is hurtful in these moments too
Is to know that some of your friends cannot remember you
As those cognitive impairment limits the memory
This can certainly have an effect on ones pride and dignity
So as we stride up that ages road so uncertain
How in the process we once again are like children
Seemingly at times to be so weak and helpless
Completing the cycle and then take that rest
