Cycle Of Life (Diamantes) Poem by Dawn Slanker

Cycle Of Life (Diamantes)

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..............................Cycle of Life

....................................Birth
.......................................*
...................................Baby
.......................Innocent, Dependent
...............Cooing, Poohing, BooHooing
...............Growing Body, Growing Mind
................Eating, Sleeping, Speaking
........................Curious, Cautious
................................Toddler
...................Adventurous, Contentious
..................Trusting, Touching, Loving
..........Discovering Self Through Exploration
...............Identifying, Inquiring, Falsifying
.............................Brave, Ballsy
..................................Youth
.....................Hormonal, Confused
............Demanding, Expanding, Exploring
.........Exercising Perceived Personal Rights
.............Seething, Screaming, Retreating
....................Obnoxious, Autonomous
...............................Teenager
..............Miscalculated, Misunderstood
...............Disturbing, Hurting, Yearning
..............Accepting Love once spurned
..................Healing, Dealing, Seeing
.......................Confident, Content
.................................Adult
.........................Inspired, Hired
.............Working, Borrowing, Building
..................Growing A Family Tree
..............Taxing, Relaxing, Resigning
......................Secure, Serene
............................Retiree
..................Carefree, Careless
..............Slowing, Aging, Graying
..........Remembering Times Gone By
.........Regretting, Forgetting, Upsetting,
.................Seasoned, Weakened
................................Elder

....................................*
...............................Death

©2008 Dawn Slanker

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Greenwolfe 1962 05 July 2008

I was reading to see if you left anything out. Not that I could tell. I would have spent more time on certain stages though. They don't all last the same number of lines. That may tell more truth than anything else. Time is the missing thing here. Perhaps, a time out for death to take a hand along the way. Death, is like mankind. Sometimes, he just can't wait. GW62

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