When I’m baby, cry, weep and sob to suck my milk
Like a grass, rising as toddler, blubber for silk
Silk form bright cocoon, I buffed, shined like a sun
I’m preschooler, budded, erudition, urbane as a son
Am five, my childhood is tricky, sticky, and knotty
The sturdy parent! Still my pre-teenager is nay easy
In my twentieth, get skilled, nuptial, have just kid
Now thirtieth, don’t discern my mortal time is a kind?
Don’t know if I will live, endure in next thousand years
Might be, my flesh, bones, heirs, will lightly trek in yare
This day is superb, admiring, pleasing, amazing, fantastic
I share my pleasure by my parents, tutors, this is basaltic
Friends, relatives, my relatives who are brawny as pebbles
Seem, these striking pebbles never evict or raze as candles
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