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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=372287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stages of Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The new-born babe helplessly lies<br>In mother’s lap, most of the time; <br>For nursing, care and love, it cries –<br>Before slumber, ‘lullaby’ rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like frisking lambs, all children play, <br>And wear a smile on face always, <br>And jump about with joy all day, <br>And cry in sympathetic ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The adolescent questions much, <br>Disobeying and works with fuss, <br>Refusing house-hold chores to touch, <br>And does most things under duress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The adult stands on his own feet; <br>None can advise him/ her with ease; <br>Deciding what and when to eat, <br>As trials come, to spoil the peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But old-age mellows everyone! <br>The hunch-backed frame is slow and weak; <br>While daily jobs are left half-done, <br>For help, they always others seek! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From womb to tomb, this is what’s man; <br>Even the mighty ones turn calm, <br>Whatever be their earthly span; <br>They turn to God for heart’s-soul’s balm! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-6-2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a><div class=q>
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In mother’s lap, most of the time; 
For nursing, care and love, it cries –
Before slumber, ‘lullaby’ rhyme.

Like frisking lambs, all children play, 
And wear a smile on face always, 
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