Journey to death

From babies to 12,
from 12 to young adults,
turning to adults of all assort,
the Journey to Death is one done by each self.


Babies, barely understanding life,
Know not a thing called strive ,
Some Journey ends in a picture on a shelf,
Few make the Journey from Babies to 12.


Full of fun and love are the lives of 12,
eager to live and always ready to delve,
the cold hands of Death, rape, assaults,
a couple make it from 12 to young adults.


A life of cash and shine,
young adults, every moment to earn a dime,
Not all live wrong, yet Death comes in all sort,
Strife turns young adults to adult of all assort.


Adults of all assort,
are the assorts of all adult,
Ranging from forty, sixty, eighty till infinity,
the Journey to death ends here in all divinity.


By : ErinAyoMi (Admin)


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