A Little Book of Randomness

3- And that Was Life.

A little boy's shouts rise through the air,

As markets stalls close as late as they dare,

A mother tries hushing her smallest child,

As howls and hoots sound through the wild.

As a young man silently gets down on one knee,

A lady squeals out with glee.

Listen to their story as it gets older and older,

For as it goes on it gets bolder and bolder:

It started out with two children playing,

Them making a den and eventually taking

Bits of wood, leaf and sticks galore

To make a fortress so they can implore

People to join them in their flee

From imaginary people and military,

For in that time they were free

For as they grew up it turned into history.

Still so young as their life went on,

At age 15, their childhood gone,

Going to school and taking tests,

Seeing who would turn out the best

But only in studies, for they knew,

The social world was where they grew,

As they knew when they were older

They would need someone to shoulder

Their pains and hopes and dreams,

So someone to marry would gleam

Like a diamond.

Becoming young adults was no easy feat,

They had other people they had to beat

To get jobs, to work, to achieve some more,

Until they found love, it was such a chore.

They dated so many in their quest for love

Until they realised from someone above

It was each other that they loved.

At age 23 they still had life,

But decided to settle down to stop any strife.

For he was a young man who got down on one knee,

To make his lady squeal out with glee.

And as she took her man by the hand,

They looked into each other's eyes, and

Fell even more in love.

Many years later within the dust

After the sound of tires bringing up dust,

A sound of a young child's screams you could hear

As a mother tries to soothe her child by ear

Singing a special memory.

As the Mother and Father grew older and older,

Their many children grew older and bolder-

Many of them loved their mother and father

Whilst some of them pushed harder and harder

To be free of chores.

And upon market day night,

A sound could be heard of the smallest boy's flight

As he flew away from his Mother,

Many voices tried to smother

The worried glances that were told.

And as that little boy grew up,

His parent's hair grew thin and grey,

Their faces wrinkled and in dismay,

As their last child flew the nest.

But they knew to have hope,

For life needs hope,

And hope is life.