From Cradle To The Grave Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Each season shows love's reason in our life,
from birth to berth, from cradle to the grave,
we spring from travail to this vale of strife,
will forms, braves storms, till lost beneath time's wave.

Spring: 'mewling, puking, in the nurse's arms'
then Summer: stalwart soldier in love's wars,
'jealous in honour' swayed by siren charms,
aping King Kong's gaping paramours.

Autumn follows: reaping harvest sown,
where Fate smiles kindly, flush with world's esteem,
Lady Luck lost, there willy-nilly blown
as chaff before the gale, joy broken dream.

Phase final: bare days phrase bear Winter's tale,
white hair, ungrateful heir, beyond the pale.