Aevitas (Stages)
Aevitas (Stages)
An innocent soul
With those big round eyes,
He enters the world
With his sharp pitched cries.
He is naughty,
He is buddin'
With his angelic face so pretty,
Nobody can't help
But keep him lovin'.
The child grows into a toddler,
People claim him to look
More like his father.
The tantrums, the defiance
Is all very trying,
But it's totally worth in the end
When you see them happy and flying.
Now he is independent
He is a rebel,
He is an adventure junkie and an enthusiast,
It has become a part of him
To lose his temperament and yell!
From a boy to a man
His life has been reshaped.
He is mature, he is wise
With his experience and knowledge,
He knows how to cope up with his allies.
With a drift in time,
His hair turned grey.
He does not like to worry
'Bout the worldly affairs,
And prefers to keep them at bay.
He is thin, he is wary
And delicately frail,
He knows his tender life would
Soon give up and drop the sail.