Stages of life

It’s easy to be young, everyone is at first,

You’re just an excitable ball of curiosity waiting to burst.

As you grew you’re nativity hit you in the face,

The realisation that your getting older in this dark glooming place.

You will be familiar with bills, oh lucky you!

All your dream and aspiration flushed down the loo.

But then after all the hard work, you’ll get even older,

With grey hairs, glasses and an aching shoulder.

This is called life all the stages of age,

Each birthday like a brand new page.