Life Lived

A child was born into this world,
Clueless and without a friend.
For him its just beginning,
For others its at its end.
 
He'll learn of many things,
Upon the opening of his eyes.
Everyone will hear his laughter,  
No one will hear his cries.
 
Growing up he will learn,
Nothing is what it seems,
When all his hopes and goals,
Are shattered, with all his dreams.
 
The older that he gets,
The more he will see,
Memories, he never got to make,
For never was he free.
 
A old man is leaving this world,
Clueless and without a friend.
For others its just beginning,
For him its at its end.
 
Written by Humble Bill Beucher