The birth of a child, we continue to live,
The greatest gift ‘GOD' can give.
The first 7 years, forms their mind,
Some poor souls are left behind.
With a horse you have to rate,
Humans move forward to procreate.
After that you run the course,
Good souls have, no remorse.
When you finally reach the end,
Hope you're with, family or friend.
For those who care or want to try,
Kids and Old ones need to get by.
Help the Children get out the gate,
Make it easy for Elders to reach the GREAT!
In between, we all will yearn,
While patiently waiting for our turn.
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